Obligatory Voting Post

[chargirlgenius]

Drove up to the local school. Parked close to the door. Walked in through an empty corridor, my heels echoing. Went right up to give my name. Stood for about 30 seconds while waiting for a poll worker to finish explaining the machine to an elderly gentleman, so she could lead me to my machine. Voted. Got my sticker, walked out.

Total time, about a minute and a half.

That, folks, is what voting in rural America is like.

And yes, I teared up slightly as I walked out. :-)

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[chargirlgenius.livejournal.com]

It’s all about the sticker. :-) I actually still have mine from 2000. I voted, came home, and started work on a 14th century dress (I’d JUST started playing in the SCA). I stuck the sticker on the side of my sewing machine, for some reason. As the night, week, and month went on, and I continued work on that dress, I had the TV on behind me, watching election coverage.

That sticker is still on my sewing machine, and it brings back very specific memories.