I love to vote. (Newsflash: I am a nerd.) All day on Tuesday I kept saying things like: "enough of this, I need to go so I can vote." I'm not sure my TA appreciated that when I said it to her during our break in my evening class. Oh well, she'd already voted and made it clear (without actually using names) who she'd voted for. That's fine, I knew who I was voting for when I got my chance. It just didn't happen to be the same person. No biggie.
After class I zipped home to my local fire station. I signed my name, and I waited my turn. It was over so quick, but I still felt like I'd accomplished something worthwhile.
As I was leaving I asked the lady manning my booth if that would be my last opportunity with the old style voting booths. She said there was a chance we'd still be using them come November, and I certainly hope so. The one time I've used a different method for voting was when I lived in Florida. And we all remember how well that turned out.