My county held local primary vetoing today. From the time I got out of my car to getting back in, casting my ballot took 8 minutes. This includes being chatted up by the gold timer working the polls.
As his cohort gave me my sticker, he told me that I frightened him. Apparently, I look exactly like his daughter-in-law. “She that scary, huh?” His daughter-in-law lives in Texas, and he wondered what could bring her all the way to Tennessee for a surprise visit.
Even when I don’t know (or care for) the candidates, voting always makes me feel like I got my “I adulted” card punch.