This morning I received both an email and a text informing me that my ballot, dropped into a collection box Thursday afternoon, has been counted. Nice to know, although I was not at all concerned. They even sent me an “I Voted” sticker.
Approaching the collection box, however, several thoughts crossed my mind. Would there be camo-clad, gun-toting, masked men watching the box? Would there be someone there taking pictures of everyone submitting a ballot? I’d heard reports of such intimidation tactics in Arizona.
But I decided that no matter who might be there watching, my ballot was going into that box. And then, if there were any unofficial observers, I was going to pull out my phone and take pictures of them.
Nope. Damn, I’d almost looked forward to a confrontation. (I still wonder if I’d have chickened out and driven on to a different collection box.) The box was free and clear, and all I had to worry about was the rain smearing my signature as I reached for the slot. Flipping the envelope over ensured that wouldn’t happen.
As I pulled away, I looked back and saw two more cars pulling up to the box. Democracy. Working as intended.
Here’s hoping you too have an easy, trouble-free voting experience.