At Least Fire Wasn’t Involved This Time
Voting at Kidd Springs Recreation Center seemed pretty drama-free at first. A little before 8 a.m., I waited less than five minutes to cast my vote. While feeding my ballot to the tabulating machine, I overheard some drama.
“That’s illegal!” asserted a middle-age man to polling volunteers. After repeating himself a third time, he finally pointed to something that put his non-sequitur into context: another middle-age man whose JFK t-shirt was barely peeking from behind his flannel button-down.
“Sir, he’s not running in this election,” one clerk assured him.
Without much hesitation, the t-shirt guy buttoned up his flannel, which calmed the offended guy. The offended guy walked out of the polling site, but not before glancing back to admire his work. At that point, we all rolled our eyes and shook our heads, like this was high school again.
Though awkward, at least this incident didn’t involve a Zippo and yard sign. What was your voting experience like today?