15 minutes they said. Oh, initially very optimistic, pleasantly surprised, etc. 45 minutes later, they hand me an index card with my name pre-printed on it. That was line number one. "Go to the end of that line, sir." This would be line number two. 35 minutes in that line, in order that they can write a number on the index card they gave me in line number one. "OK, sir, now you need to go to that line." Line number three, where you sign your name in order to vote, which since Christ was a corporal was always line number one (and only)... 20 minutes in that line, in the meantime, voting machines sitting idle 90% of the time, because these complete friggin' morons have emplaced 3 solid bottlenecks in the system.... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Idiots!
Unless, of course, it was a subtle voter-suppression tactic drummed up by me fellow Republicans, in which case, I say, Brilliant!
I also got to bitch out my incumbent state senator for leading the charge for the now in effect smoking ban in my state. I explained that I'm originally from Wisconsin, and that he's damn lucky we traded Brett Favre, because any idiot knows you cannot root for a Brett Favre lead team without smoking at least a pack of cigarettes in the bar. He laughed. I laughed. I voted for him.