I voted this morning. Did you? When I got to the precinct, the line snaked outside the door and around the building. I told my wife, “This is how I like to see it.”
After waiting in line, I made it into the large room that held the voting machines. Inside the room, the line weaved around four times before you reached the end.
I guess the voting booth is the only place where I don’t feel good unless I have to wait in line.