I went to the polling place (13th ward, precinct 3) pretty early today, at 7:30. The place is an old firehouse and there are two precincts, 1 and 3, voting in the same room. The lines weren’t bad at all when we got there, and there were two tables checking voters in, one for each precinct. Unfortunately these tables were not labeled as such, so we spent a few minutes standing in line before getting to the front and being told that we were at the wrong table. We went to the other table and stood in line for another few minutes. Really no big deal, but if I’d been in line for say, 20 minutes before being told I was in the wrong line, I’d have been pretty pissed off. How hard would it have been to make two signs designating which line was for which precinct?

I’m also disappointed that this year I did not get a “Soul Ticket” placed on my doorknob or under my windshield wiper. This would have made trying to choose one of five democratic candidates for Juvenile Court Judge much easier. As it was, I voted for Yolanda King because she had a pretty kickass jingle on her radio ad.

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