I was gonna wake up at 6:00 this morning, crawl over to my polling place, then come back home to get ready for work.
Instead, I woke up before the alarm at 5:00, tossed restlessly in bed while watching the news and decided to just get living. Got over to the polling place at 6:30 and was surprised at the "short" line. I was all, "Man, I could get to work by 7:30! Go me!"
Little did I know the line snaked around every wall and elevator in this high-rise condominium lobby. There was length of line that I didn't know existed until I turned a corner. This line was intestinal.
But resourceful bitch that I am, I brought a book, and the time just flew by. When the old lady at the registration table pulled my slip, I had to remind her that I needed to sign it before she filed it. I was all, "I need to sign that, right?" And she was all, "Oh...yes you do."
I was hoping for a little more passion on her part, but I guess she'd seen enough already today.
I checked over the president section on my ballot 5 times, making sure I voted for my guy. I did. I ran the card through the scanner, got a receipt, and the deed was done.
I was out of there at 8:15, and at work by 8:30. It was a long wait for sure, but I figure I can give an hour and forty-five minutes of my time for the country.
But only once every four years.
So there's that,