|I was at the end of this line (in the cold)|
|No time for looking cute, this is my serious voting face|
|Making sure I get it right *wink*|
Once I got to my real precinct the line was 4 times as long as the previous line. Honestly, I got a bit discouraged and thought about turning around and voting after work. I am sooo happy that I didn't because the traffic in the DMV is sooo unpredictable. Also, there was no need for me to catch an attitude, sooo many before me died for me to have this right to vote. It's not like I was being hosed down, beaten, or attacked by dogs; the least I could do was wait (again). After reaching the front of the line once again I was told to step off to the side to confirm my address. At this point I was a bit disturbed. I confirmed my address and explained that I was turned away from one precinct to come to that one. There was no way that I was going to be given the run around back and forth between two schools (heck I'm a citizen and have the VA tax receipt from last week, lol). I'm sure my expression was like sir, now is not the time for games. I mean what did he want me to do... guess how many bubbles are in a bar of soap. Finally, I was given a ticket to vote (whew).
|So excited to have this sticker|