Everybody: I voted.
I was not an ideal voter. I took about six minutes in the booth, and that’s a conservative estimate. When I exited, the line had quadrupled, and everyone waiting glared as though I’d just spent a quarter-hour shitting in a Starbucks bathroom.
Why so long? First, because I started tearing up in the voting booth. True story! I couldn’t read until I waited for the tear ducts to calm down.
Second, because as I was about to pull the lever to register my vote, I saw this in the bottom-right corner. It was a proposition I didn’t even know about! I frantically tried to read it. But there were so many negatives — “eliminate,” “disability,” “disabled.” What was this thing saying? I read; I reread. But imaginary clock ticks and tocks boomed in my head. I panicked. In the end I didn’t trust myself to vote on it.
Oh, Proposition 1, my downfall!
The People Watcher 