Wednesday, November 9. 2005
Voting Frustration
Yesterday, I went to vote. I know where to vote, but there are three precincts in my polling place, and I'm never sure which one I'm in. I've suggested every year they put a simple map or chart on the wall that shows where the precinct boundaries are so people can figure out what line to get in. Ignored, every year.
Luckily (but unhappily), there was no line. So I went to the first place and asked "Is my street in this precinct?". They asked for my name, I gave it to them, but said again "Can you first tell me if my street is in this district?". As they fruitlessly looked for my name in the book, I repeated myself AGAIN, and they finally flipped to the back of the book. Looking at the street names, I knew I was in the wrong line, and went to the next line.
I went through the same routine, except this time I said "Please look in the back of the book and tell me if my street is in this precinct". Answer? "What is your name?" as they fruitlessly search for me in the front of the book. I finally reached over, turned the book over, opened the last page and noted that I was not in this precinct. The poll worker looked at me dumbfounded.
During the presidential election, I saw at least 3 people wait 45 minutes or more in line, only to find they were in the wrong line - same polling place, and many of the same poll workers.
Don't people ever bother to learn?
Luckily (but unhappily), there was no line. So I went to the first place and asked "Is my street in this precinct?". They asked for my name, I gave it to them, but said again "Can you first tell me if my street is in this district?". As they fruitlessly looked for my name in the book, I repeated myself AGAIN, and they finally flipped to the back of the book. Looking at the street names, I knew I was in the wrong line, and went to the next line.
I went through the same routine, except this time I said "Please look in the back of the book and tell me if my street is in this precinct". Answer? "What is your name?" as they fruitlessly search for me in the front of the book. I finally reached over, turned the book over, opened the last page and noted that I was not in this precinct. The poll worker looked at me dumbfounded.
During the presidential election, I saw at least 3 people wait 45 minutes or more in line, only to find they were in the wrong line - same polling place, and many of the same poll workers.
Don't people ever bother to learn?
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