No politics involved. I went to my polling place to vote this a/m. I got in line by the table with the sign that said "Start Here." I got to one of the ladies behind the first table. She gave me the form to fill out with name and address and signature. I did so and gave her the form.

She passed it down the line to the lady with the registered voter binder. She said she couldn't find my name. She then asked me if I was known by another name. I couldn't help it, I said, "They..call me....."The Tater" For a second she started to look it up. The workers on each side spit out some coffee and a couple of people behind me chuckled. I thought I might be in some trouble but she smiled and told me my name would probably be found at the next table over.

I moved to the next table and they had my name in their binder. I got a ballot and voted. I went over to apologize later about being Mr. Smarty Pants, but she said it helped break the routine and was a good sport about it. She said tell Ron hello.

ha ha ha thats funny.

Stopped on my way home from work. Ran my DL like they usually do( I was tempted to give my CWP for a picture ID but reconsidered). Total of 9 mins from out of the truck to back in. Turnout was MASSIVE, as it should be. God bless America. Joe

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Wisdom chases me; I'm faster

We have the same, mostly elderly workers at the polls every year. They know us well. Went in today with the Lovely Missus P&R Fan, and one lady asked if we were still registered. I said of course, we're ALWAYS there. She said "No,I think you missed an election recently, in fact, we were all talking about the fact you weren't here". All I can figger is it musta been a school board election, because we NEVER miss Federal, State or Local ones.
It was nice that they missed us though. They're really nice folks.
Jim

The poll worker at the end asked me if everything went OK. I told him it was fun and asked if I could do it again. He laughed and said "Sure.........Next election".

They are really nice people and should be thanked.

My Grandma worked the polls as long as I can remember.

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Dum vivo cano

Our state has gone to strictly vote by mail. I hate it! I really miss the excitement and congeniality of the polling station. My honey worked at our local polling station for three elections in a row, and it was great to be able to meet the neighbors there and see the process in action.

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Even older, even crankier....

I'm not sure I like the idea of voting by mail. To me it would be way too easy for ballots to "get lost".

I've worked at the polls in the past. Those folks get the "Patience of Job Award".

As I was signing in to vote a lady at the next table was upset that she had to go to a different polling place to vote. It seems to me if you are not smart enough to know where you vote - you shouldn't be allowed!

While I was signing in the gal in the next line wasn't supposed to be there. She had voted there every election for the past ten years. They redrew the districts and she was in a new precinct. It happens.

Coulda happened to me. I've been in the same precinct since I first registered, when I was 18. I didn't look up anything to find out where to go. Knew where to go. Been going there a long time. If I had been moved to another precinct, I wouldn't have known about it until I got there.

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I always take precautions

Wife and I went to vote at about 5:45 PM and it was busy. It was a new precinct for us due to our town growing so fast. The lady running the counting machine showed me I was the 1114th voter today(not including early and absentee). She was VERY well-dressed for the occasion and quite serious about her job. Most poll workers are elderly but we had one who was just past 18.

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Bob.
SWCA 1821

I went early a couple of weeks ago.

I wore my fraternity sweatshirt. KAPPA KAPPA PSI. The first two letters look like K's. With a wrinkle in the fabric and purse strap, the psi could have been mistaken for something else...like maybe another K.

When I was at the polling location, that is precisely what happened.

A VERY VERY large non-white gentleman came up to me, bent down and asked, "Does that say what I THINK it says???"

"I don't know sir, thinking is an invisible activity, and I can't see what is happening in your brain. What do you think it says?" At this point I put my arms down.

He looked a little closer, squinted, kinda smiled and said "we're good" and walked off.

Being a band geek is dangerous.

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Soli Deo Gloria

Some people are soooooooo sensitive about others shirts, but theirs are always ok -- just ask them.

Google "diversity" -- it's a great shirt and most are in the vault.

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S&WHF 366

I would have been very offended myself to see anyone wearing a shirt that said what he thought mine said.

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Soli Deo Gloria

They hate me down at Town Hall.

I wore a tea bag wrapped around the button of my breast pocket when I went to vote today. That got me the stink eye from the city clerk.

I thought the registrar was going to have a hissy fit. I dropped my Photo ID on the desk in front of her.. "I don't need that" she said pushing it back at me with a sneer... "Then how are you going to know who I REALLY am?" I asked... "Because YOU ARE GOING TO TELL ME!" she snarled. I just stood there and put my Driver's License away... "NAME!" she barked. "Duck, Donald K." I responded. The wizened old crone actually looked through four pages of names before the lights came on and she looked up at me with evil rage on her face ... I thought that the Poll Monitor was going to pee his pants...

They said they were scanning DLs at the registrars table, but said we don't have to allow it. I got up there, pointed to my Wife and said "She can tell you who I am, and so can she (a poll worker) and so can he (another poll worker)".
The guy I pointed to, who knows me, started giving me a hard time, in a good natured way, about not being who I said I was. I said "Look, I've already voted about a dozen times at other polling places today.....and I'm actually dead".
They thought that was funny.
Yes, I got to vote with no problem.
Jim

You are lucky to have to go to polling places. Oregon has a mail in ballot. Seems some shinigans have proceed the electrol procees in past times.

Saw a voter actually asked to leave the polling place because of the sweatshirt he was wearing. Evidently they thought the "MIT" was an endorsement for Romney... guess they'd never heard of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

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A closed mouth gathers no foot

It was good to get out and vote today. Seen lots of people
who seemed genuinely excited about doing their duty to vote.
From young couples in their 20's to the older lady who had to
have been 85. This is still a great country.

Chuck

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They hold no Quarter

Here in Louisiana voter turn out was something that had to be seen to be belived. Mostly it's just in and out in about as much time. Today we had a half hour wait just to sign in. Then about another twenty minutes before we cast our votes. I liked it so much that I voted twice. My wife has poor vision and I usually go in and push the buttons for her. Hence my voting twice. When we came back from shopping the lines were even longer. Most massive voter turnout I've ever seen. Usually they complain about low voter turn out. Not this time. Frank

Well shouldn't you be a little ticked of at the man that just stared at your chest

When I went to vote yesterday at the local school in my development, 2 women were working the registration computer. They ask my name, address, month and date of birth.

One of the ladies was in her 70's, the other maybe 50's. The elderly lady stated that she never heard of the street I live on. She asked where it was located. I told her my street was approx 500 yards from where she was sitting.

Agree. I'd even volunteer to be the "Minister of Determining Smartness".

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Forum consigliere

Can I be your evil assistant? I already have a limp.

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PC, censorship
with a smile.

I'll be the Czar of Stupidity Termination.

Gentlemen-I'd be honored and proud to lead you into battle-With minions like you two-I'd soon be leader of the world

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Please appoint me to head up the Comittee on Machevallian Studies ...

Years ago (you'll guess how many in a minute) my mother went to vote. She took my little brother along. Tom was three.

As she was leaving the polling place, Tom asked, "Where is my Hershey bar?"

My mother said, "What are you talking about? There is no Hershey bar".

Tom said, "You mean you pushed all those buttons and pulled that big red lever and there's no Hershey bar?"

For years people asked my mother if she ever got that young man his Hershey bar.

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and what his trumpet saith

I don't think some of realize that the way Greek letters translate and what the gentleman misread my shirt as:

Kappa Kappa Psi. KKY . The Psi was obscured. It looked like another K.

That guy thought I was a wearing a KKK shirt! He wasn't noticing anything else.

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Soli Deo Gloria

Well I understand what he was thinking but what were his intentions?

I realize what it said, and what it looked like it said. What I don't get is why you seem to be okay with his reaction. Even if it did say KKK, whether it stood for Ku Klux Klan, Kappa Kappa Kappa or Karl K. Kleinhammer, is irrelevant. He did not like your shirt and came all bulged up and steamed and got up in your face.

Why he did it doesn't matter. Why he felt like he needed to do it doesn't matter. What matters is he did it.

My reaction woulda been "ain't none of your damn business what my shirt says".

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I always take precautions

I was not OK with his reaction. I kept my cool to show composure and not be seen as confrontational, which would have caused problems for real I think. A bit of humor does more to defuse a situation than anything else most of the time--and as soon as I dropped my arm and the Psi was visible (as well as the small print spelling out the fraternity name) mission accomplished. No need for me to have gotten defensive or nasty--it would have backed up what he mistakenly assumed in the first place.

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Soli Deo Gloria

he seemed more incredulous that a shirt would actually say KKK than dangerously rage confrontational.

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Soli Deo Gloria

My wife, who is handicapped, and her care giver went to vote. As they were walking up, one of those annoying people at the entrance rushed up to them, "Would you like a sample ballot?" Tina, the care giver, said, "I'm sorry, but we're not lemmings." My wife spoke up and said, "I don't need that. The voices in my head keep telling me who to vote for. They just keep changing it."

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