Totally unofficial poll observation

I vote at the polls ... a happening that used to be just down the street, but now is over in the Proctor district. And this morning, what could be my last poll-voting morning, I forgot what today was. I blame it on being sick the last few days, but I jumped on the bus only to get to work and realize that I did not have a plan for getting to the polls. So I made one fast. I considered taking the bus there, voting, then jumping on the next bus home. I didn't think it would take long. And I'm glad I opted for taking the bus home, grabbing a car and zipping over to Proctor for my turn. Because, zip I did NOT go through the line. And I had a key kid-switch to do with the hubby before he headed off to post-election parties, and before the kids and I went to the school's great pizza takeover. (Takeover any restaurant equals hell for anyone over 10 ... and yes, I'm including you teachers, too, in being in that hell. You are all more brave then I, who ordered takeout and fled as soon as I could ... before the kids scrounged more quarters out of my purse. This is a stressful venture when the parent-kid ratio is even, but tonight ... it was 1 to 3. And I don't have multiple spouses.)

Anyhow, unofficial and totally who-cares observation of the night from yours truly:

Before 5, the majority of people who voted in the Proctor district seemed to hold last names with the letters M-Z, a letter that let my husband zip through with his A-L last name. After 5, guess what happened ... you got it! A-L all came to vote at once while the M-Z line was practically naked. But I made it through, commandeered my "magic pen" (they were a hot commodity tonight) and studied my ballot to make sure I remembered everything straight. (It was quite the ballot ...)

I'm wondering, will this be my last poll vote? Should I frame my "I voted" sticker?

Because, as crazy as it was in that line and in that room, it was fabulous.