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Plus, I also had my small but awesome dog on a leash obediently by my side.
We parked in the very back of the lot - away from the masses, as I prefer. And, quite frankly, I was surprised at how massive the presence of the masses ended up being.
October 30th at 11:00 am, on the first day of Early Voting, and there was already a long LONG line of people strewn about several of the buildings in the area wrapping around various edifices.
For some reason, it was to the discernible dismay and consternation of many that we had the nerve to casually - and mostly in shade, while they stood in the sun - walk up to the very front of the line and await the attention of a gentleman wrapping up his round of 20 Questions with a “lady” pop coulture would certainly label a “Karen”. “Why wasn’t the line moving? Couldn’t they let more people in - because [she] had been waiting a long time... “
The volunteer gentleman nodded in empathy for some time but eventually put his hand up - as if to say, “Jesus, give me five damn seconds to answer just ONE of your gawd damn stupid questions!”. The “lady” stopped talking, and he turned his head to his right to ask me, “Sir, is there something I can help you with? Because the line begins way over THERE...” he said gesticulating with his other hand toward the long line of people so far away from us, they looked tiny.
“Yes, Kind Sir, can you please point me in the direction of the ‘Secure Drop Off’ location?”
He looked genuinely relieved that I didn’t have an idiotic question and wasn’t going to be a pain in his ass. He said, rather gleefully, “Oh! Sure thing - that’s right here...” and pointed to a secure bin by right his side.
I slipped my envelope into the box and turned away.
The dog sniffed around a bit on the way back to the car and I took a few pictures of a startling number or people seeking patience.
We got in, fired up the be-headered V8, and rolled down all the windows. My car has no B-pillars leaving a “wide open” feel, that - along with music from the great Freddie King - proved to be a great way to savor the remainder of a fabulous 70 degree day as I drove away.
Waiting - standing around in the sun - is no way to live your life.
Nuvolari doesn’t wait in lines, gawddamn it.
NO Lord should.