Had I not been paying attention my vote may have been cast wrong.
The lonely school had a few cars out front. Once inside it was evident those cars belonged to the 7 people working in the precinct.
The first woman at the table sent me to the woman at the next table after reviewing my registration card.
I said “hello” and handed her my voter ID card.
After asking me my party affiliation she opened a booklet full of names listed alphabetically.
Scrolling down she found my name. Before she did anything else I asked,
“Don’t you need to see my Drivers’ License?”
Surprised she didn’t need it, I put it away.
Her attention span was either short or she was more interested in the conversation going on next to her.
As she circled a spot on the roster of names I just happen to be watching.
“Ma’am, you circled someone else’s name. That is not my name.”
I pointed to the roster at my name.
She appeared to be confused as if I was wrong.
Fumbling with her pencil I kept my finger pointed on my name. Finally she checked my Voter ID card again to make sure I was who I am.
Erasing the wrong circle, I made sure she colored the one by my name.
Is this the face of America today? Mistake or intentional I still don’t know. I would like to think this kind lady was a kind lady who just made a mistake. But how many other names did she get wrong? How many other names confused her?
I had to ask myself if her hesitation to correct it was she didn’t care, was disinterested or she didn’t believe me.
Regardless of the reason for the wrong, my vote almost didn’t count.
A voter miscalculation would have been easier to accept had there been a line out the door of other dedicated suffragists.
It was just little ole’ me exercising my right as a tax paying, registered citizen.
How often did this occur yesterday?
How often has it happened in the past?
My experience voting yesterday gives a whole new meaning to the famous slogan,
“Your Vote Counts.”
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