This vote of serious consequence was the first presidential election in which Caroline had the opportunity to participate. Adamant that she would vote in person due to this fact, we had not sent in our mail-in ballot and were holding out for November 5th, that is, until I accepted one of the many election phone calls I’ve been inundated with. The volunteer from Chicago on the other end of the line made a short spiel about getting out to vote, and I assured him that we would be voting next Tuesday. Then he asked why we were waiting. I explained how my wife wanted to be there in person and not mail or drop off her ballot, and he informed me that we could vote in person today if we chose to. He offered that I could look at the website I Will Vote to find a polling place near us. Wow, finally, an unwanted call that turned out to be incredibly helpful.
At the polling station, there were far more people voting than we’d expected, considering it was about 9.30 a.m. on a weekday, almost a week before the official election day. Things went mostly smooth, except for this one guy (because there had to be that one guy) in line behind us, who asked the polling official at the door if they were going to lose his ballot like they did last time and then told her that he was going to photograph his ballot as he waved his phone at her. She calmly informed him that he would not and that it was against federal law. She then pointed him to read one of three signs next to her. The funny thing was, once inside, he was having problems with his ballot due to inconsistencies with his address. At that point, he admitted to the volunteer trying to help him with the computer that he’d only recently become a U.S. citizen and hadn’t yet updated his address on his I.D. So, his anger issues outside were nothing more than theatrics for him playing the drama of a petulant child. We can all guess who he was there to vote for, and I can assure you that it wasn’t the woman we were both voting for.