I love you, Blessed. I should be more like you.
I got up at four this morning and studied all the politicians and issues on my ballot and went out feeling quite smart and well informed. Then I got to the polls and felt my blood pressure rise when the line was chaotic with some people going straight to the sign-in tables and others of us waiting (sort of) patiently to be called.
Eventually, got out my license and handed it to the woman at the table and she told me to put it in a plastic box , which I did but I was supposed to stand it in the slot not lay it down!
Then she waived her arm in the direction of the ballot boxes, where I hobbled to and arranged myself and my cane and my purse and my reading glasses and that cheat sheet I'd made at four o'clock -- and then realized there was no ballot.
So I went out looking for that and I guess I'd missed an entire table. While there I said I thought the ballots used to be in the box and the young woman raised her voice and started shouting, "No Ma'am! No Ma'am! Never!" By then I was so flustered I just said "Never mind," and flounced off, although I don't flounce very well these days, what with my cane and all, so some man ran after me and made me go back and vote, talking to me like I was three years old the whole time.