Yesterday we had local school elections. There were three people running for school board and a millage renewal. It was about as simple as a ballot could be. I did my homework and was ready to vote. At the polling precinct, I filled out the paperwork, showed my ID, and was handled the paper ballot.
In a hurry, I did not look at the names, but rather their position on the ballot. I intended to vote for the first and third candidates. At least they were the first and third alphabetically. Alas, the ballot was not in alphabetical order. I marked the first name on the ballot only to discover that was not one of my candidates.
I told the election official that I had made a mistake. Could I have a new ballot? He was most accommodating, but doing so took longer than the original process of getting my ballot. My soiled ballot needed to be saved in a special folder; to my embarrassment, after 11 1/2 hours of polling, the folder was empty. Apparently, I was the first voting-challenged person of the day.
I cast my votes on the new ballot and went to turn it, only to be told that there was one open seat, not two. I had spoiled my second ballot.
The process of getting a replacement ballot was repeated. I voted the third time, this time correctly.
My bride completed her voting and picked up an “I voted” sticker. She offered one to me. I declined, at which point the election official quipped, “He can have three!”
I’m glad she was amused; I just wanted to leave—as quickly as I could.
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