I like the poll and the hole

{Photo by MurphyZero, from flickr's Obama Steet Art pool.

Voting this morning was not nearly as traumatic as I thought it would be; the local news was reporting lines and crowds at polling sites all over the city. So we schlepped over to our polling place, P.S. Whatevah, and was relieved to see no lines out the doors.

Inside, though, it was a different scene. Packed. I had never seen so many people there at one time, and was glad that the missus had insisted we get coffee first, because otherwise I would have been "freakin' and tweakin.'" Resigned to our fates, we got in the line to find out which district's machine we needed to wait for. That only took about 5-10 minutes. So we went over to wait in the line for our voting district and there were...

...three people ahead of us. So either our district is really lame, or voted really early, or will vote much later. Other districts had a good 30+ or so people in line, with some lines going out the doors into the hallways. By the time we were done voting and were on our way out, the overall line was beginning to stretch outside the building. We were lucky. But to punish me for my good fortune, fate chose to bestow upon me THE WORST BAGEL EVER. I'm happy to take one for the team, though, just like Hills!:



I know that a lot of you won't be so lucky, though, and will endure long waits--although I certainly hope that's not the case. But to those of you who have yet to vote, chins up, sweeties: We're making history. Let's do it.