I had an interesting experience at the poll this morning. It won’t be anything that I’ll forget for a long time.
My plan was to get up and vote before my 9:30 class. Because I live on campus, my polling place is right in the union. No big deal. I should be able to get through no problem.
That would be what you would think. I get up and get to the union before 8 o’clock. I set my stuff down in a lounge area, go upstairs, and get in line. I’m standing in line for no more than 2 seconds (maybe a bit of an exaggeration) and the fire alarm goes off. Everyone in line is told that they must go outside because it is not a drill. There is a grumble and a moan from all involved and we all head outside.
While outside, I got talking to an older gentleman who thinks that the fire alarm was all a conspiracy. I didn’t question him further about who was the cause of the fire alarm, but I thought it was interesting that conspiracy was what this man jumped to first.
Once the alarm stopped ringing, we all headed back inside. I got back in line to find out a few minutes later, that I was in the wrong line. I think to myself, “You have got to be kidding me.” I get to the front of the line and it takes me about thirty seconds to cast my ballot.
Moral of today’s story: if you are unsure of where you need to be, ask. If I would have followed my own advice, I wouldn’t have been stuck outside without my jacket.
In other news, I’m so ready for today to be over. Whoever you vote for, go out and vote.