I voted today at 11:55am at my local precinct.
I had been in line since just before 8:30am. The line wasn't that long. Or so it seemed.
After heavily medicating myself - Airborne, Zicam, and then Comtrex - I arose with only the vestiges of symptoms of what I call "the sneezing death" and trundled over to my polling place to cast my ballot. Thank god I brought a book.
The book was Ross Thomas' "The Backup Men" and is good with a sparse writing style that is highly steeped in reality.
In line I developed a distaste for the elderly.
Apparently if you're over 65, you can go right to the front of the line to vote. Health and all that. And there are an astounding number of elderly people in my neighborhood. Astounding. They came in waves of 5 or 10, on walkers and with canes, moving slow, some had help, others bravely going alone. Every 10 minutes or so, a fresh batch appeared. And each and every one voted before me.
And having voted, they're going home to watch a little TV, get a nap, maybe eat a little bit.
And I still had to go to work.
What really upset me, after standing behind the lady who was on the phone the entire time and in front of the mother and son who complained about everything - the weather, the free doughnuts, how slow the line was moving, what somebody else was wearing - for a period that was roughly half of my day, when I walked outside of the polling place....THERE WAS NO LINE.
Had I waited till lunch, I could have been in and out in thirty - thirty five minutes. Why couldn't the older people have waited until afternoon to vote?
In any case it's showtime.
Have the polls been wrong? All 150 of them? We'll know in a little while. Hold on tight, because here we go.
Barkeep, it's only cause I KNOW my boy is going to win, I need a Gentleman Jack and sprite.