Voting = Long Lines. The last presidential election, I waited in line for an hour before I gave up and decided that I'd rather spend the next hour taking a nap. Besides, I was feeling pretty bleah about Kerry and disillusioned about the whole process after the Gore vs. Bush fiasco. I know, shirking my civic duty and whatnot.But this time around, I was prepared. I had two knitting projects tucked away in my bag. Just in case I got bored of one then I could switch to the other. I was ready to spend the next few hours waiting to cast my vote. Yarn Widower tried to vote at 6A this morning and turned back when he saw the line snaking out the door onto the sidewalk. So I figured I'd wait until about mid morning. At 10A, I walked the few blocks to our polling place. Once I got past the political evangelists and their signs (The End is Nigh!!!!! So vote for...) I was pleasantly surprised to be ushered into the inner sanctum and without much ado I voted. There was no waiting involved. I just walked up to some very nice people, handed over my driver's license, recited my name and address and then... I voted. Just like that.
No knitting at this polling place. Not for me anyway.
Afterwards, I walked over to Starbucks and got my free cup of coffee. Patriotic Blend. I called the Yarn Widower and told him, "Go vote now. The line at Starbucks is longer than the line at the polling place."
May the best man win.
