The Third Time’s the Charm

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 then 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.

What do you think? Please leave a comment!