I went and voted, and took the kids with me. Jake sat in a stroller just outside the voting booth but Lane came in with me and helped me push the buttons. She’s enthusiastic and impressionable and it’s my job as her mom to make voting seem way super awesome.
And then, as we were nearly ready to pull the handle and submit our votes, the little weird old guy who was supervising our booth actually stuck his head INTO OUR BOOTH, THROUGH THE CURTAIN and said “Everything OK in here?”
“Yes, we’re fine, get out NOW,” I replied, or something to that effect. When we left the booth a few seconds later a line of like three people had built up (we’d been able to go straight in). Apparently this rush made him panic a bit, and he hadn’t yet heard about the blocks-long lines in many voting areas.
I was annoyed. But the outrage didn’t really hit until I got into the car. He basically violated the sanctity of my secret ballot. Had I not had Jake in tow, who was desperate for a nap, I would have gone back and given him a real piece of my mind. I’m still strongly leaning toward visiting the Board of Elections tomorrow and logging a complaint. Should I?