Around 6:45 a.m. I dropped in to the local polling station to vote.
Oh, it’s going to be a shitstorm here in New York City, B&E readers. I like going early to vote. There are fewer people, and if there are a few kinks in the process, it won’t affect my day too much.
So, overall, not bad. BUT…
- The signs for the district aren’t clear. It took me a while to figure out which table to go to.
- The pollsters were younger than I’ve ever seen. Unfortunately, that also meant a lack of experience. They were still figuring the process at the table out.
- The print on the ballot is freakin’ tiny. This doesn’t actually affect me that much, as my reading eyesight is pretty good. But there was another dude, just a bit older than me I’d guess, who was very vocal that he couldn’t see who he was voting for. “Gee, I hope I voted for who I wanted to vote for.”
- The bubbles are small. Some, especially shaky, people are going to have a hell of a time keeping the ballpoint pen within the circle.
- My poll worker personal assistant took the ballot from me to put it in the scanning machine. She didn’t look at my votes, but if I don’t put it in there myself, it’s no longer officially a secret ballot. Also, I’m capable of putting the ballot in myself.
The process was just slow enough (and confused enough) that when there’s a crowd… It’s going to be bad. I predict a lot of reports about disenfranchised voting New Yorkers today and tomorrow.