Voted straight D ticket, if a Republican was the only one running I did not cast a vote.
Inna and I were running errands and I was wearing my Harris/Walz t-shirt. We decided at the spur of the moment to vote as we were driving back - there were a bunch of signs at a nearby library, and I asked her if she wanted to go.
I mentioned to Inna that I may have to change my shirt, but she demurred, ‘I’m sure it’s OK, we’re right here’, all of it convincing me to go in.
So I park and we walk, arm-in-arm, to the back of the line. I noticed a man wearing a US flag shirt about 40 people ahead (halfway up), and some instinct caused me to lean over and say…
“Back in 1968, 69, some kid by the name Abbie Hoffman wore a shirt with an American flag on it to the House of Representatives… and was arrested for it, for wearing the flag was seen as a massive sign of disrespect…”
She thought this was amazing (Inna was born and raised in the Soviet Union, so her attitude is that the US is, and always has been, decadent with no respect for traditions), and I continued
“So, wearing the flag became a thing of the American Left, but, in time, the Right co-opted flag imagery to the point where, if you see someone wearing a flag nowadays…” and here I indicated Flag Shirt Guy… “you can pretty much assume they are on the Right, unless an underlying message says differently.”
So we discussed this, Abbie Hoffman, the wisdom of creating something called the “Youth international Party” given the inexorable nature of time and fickle definitions of “youth”, the regular patter which goes on while you stand in line for about an hour.
So we get approach the door, about 10-15 minutes away, when Flag Shirt Guy walks out, having done his Duty in Voting America towards our Fascist Future™. He sees my shirt, literally stops short, and barks “You can’t wear that in a polling location” (which is what I kinda thought, but oh well). He then walks on… but three seconds later he walks past me, back into the voting location, and I tell Inna - “that guy is reporting me, you just watch and see”. She didn’t believe me until the guy walks out, smug look on his face, and two poll workers trail him, a man and a woman.
(As Flag Shirt Guy walks away, exiting this story, I hear him remark to his wife “if we can’t wear our clothes, they surely can’t wear them to the polls”. I mocked him to Inna - “that guy tattled on me! Like we’re in the 5th grade or something!” - getting some chuckles from the crowd.)
The woman asks me if I’m fine turning my shirt inside out, I told her that was no problem, and the guy was watching the scene… watching me… to see what would happen. I made some crack about “being ripped, so I don’t want to embarrass the other guys, where’s the restroom?”, and went to the bathroom, flipped my shirt inside-out, and rejoined Inna for the last 20 minutes in line.
I finally get to the election workers, and the woman who approached me earlier came up and thanked me for being so polite, further explaining that yesterday they had some Trump supporter get so violent about being asked to remove his MAGA hat that they had to call the cops!
So, anyway, we all learned something that day. Well, except Flag Shirt Guy, but that’s to be expected.