If you read my "polling location post" , I mentioned I always seem to forget where my polling place is. This year it happened again! You would think I would read my own blog. I was supposed to vote at the City Office's but instead I went to my old polling location--the district building. When I got there, I was surprised at the long line. When I neared the front desk, I noticed people were being sent away because they had gone to the wrong polling location. I thought to myself, "they should read my blog." Then out of nowhere this polling work stood up and started swearing at the people yelling she has the "right to remove people's rights to vote if they get upset with her." What? Remove people's rights?
Maybe poll workers have the right to dismiss unruly people, but people just wanted to know where to go vote. Did she have to swear at people and yell constantly?
Once I realized I was in the wrong location, and wanted to avoid being yelled at, I assumed my polling location would be at the Boy Scout Office. I got to the office and there was nicely hand made sign pointing me downstairs. The stairs at the Boy Scout office are very steep and narrow and for some of our elderly citizens this was a horrible experience. I saw people trying to climb down the stairs with canes and walkers; finally I told people there was an elevator around the corner. Why they didn't have a sign for the elevator I will never know? I asked some poll workers why everything seemed so disorganized they said, "No one called us until 8 pm last night and told us to be here at 6 am, we didn't know what was going on for sure."
How odd we wouldn't be more organized.
Finally I took my own advice and checked my blog on my cell phone and realized I needed to go the City Offices. My wife had a similar experience and eventually came home to read my blog as well, only to find out she need to go to the City Offices too.
Why do we do this to ourselves?
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