Hell no! Clocks were turned back over the weekend.
I did early voting last week. Took me about an hour to get in, as the line was pretty damn long. I felt kind of ripped off- they had run out of the “I Voted” stickers.
Would have voted, but family’s car is nearly out of gas (No license) and with little money ATM, the hell I’m going to walk for miles in the cold!
Quiet and quick; I skipped the queues and the crowds by voting a week early by absentee ballot. In Maine, you don’t need to give a reason; just show up and tell them you want to vote early.
In and out in less than 10 minutes. Very easy, they looked up my name, I signed, I waited for a booth, chatted with the workers.
Sherman Oaks, CA. I went 10 minutes before polls opened. There was about 25 people in line in front of me. By the time polls opened there was about 15 people behind me. Lots of kids were present. I guess parents were voting on the way to drop off their kids at school. Process was fairly smooth. There were no official signs directing me to the right room based on my address. It was also printed on my election materials, so I just used that to find my way. then the first voting machine I had didn’t accept the ballot correctly. It was one of these.
Today was the biggest turnout I’ve seen in my Columbus, OH suburban town. I still got in and out in less than 30 minutes, but there are usually only about a dozen or fewer people. Today there was actually a line outside the building. Luckily, they had plenty of machines to keep things moving. I got a sticker, which is probably half the reason I even vote.
I just got back from voting in the hotly contested state of California. I could’ve voted weeks ago but I waited just so I could get my stupid “I voted” sticker. 
I know my vote doesn’t mean a thing insofar as the presidential level is concerned, but it’s much more important when it comes to the CA ballot initiatives.
All in all it was a fine experience, though I almost wound up with a provisional ballot because the poll worker couldn’t initially find my info on the voter list. Other than that I was in and out in 15 minutes.
Went at 9am to vote with my wife and son.
We got to the voting place and parked, rather small lot, we got lucky. Then we saw a friend with her daughter, and joined up with them to head down to the church basement.
Waited about 5 minutes to get my ticket while the kids played. He came in with me to vote, watched me make all the selections and hit the magic red button.
Then he got to play for a bit in the remains of the church’s annual Pumpkin Patch before heading home.
All in all, a nice way to vote.
Marked my ballot and dropped it in the mail a week ago. I’m a big fan of vote-by-mail. Oregon was the first state to adopt the practice a decade or more ago, and it has proven to be such a sensible system that it is difficult to understand why it isn’t done everywhere.
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In Los Angeles, in the burbs, on the other said of the valley from **FlightlessBird **. I was there at 7:15, waited in line for about 20 minutes. There were about 6 poll workers. All in all, pretty smooth.
Arrived at 7AM at my polling place (a local school). There was already a pretty sizable line, and it was even longer by the time I left. The line moved well, and I was at the voting booth in about a half-hour. In addition to the usual stuff, Michigan has 6 ballot proposals. The first one is a referendum on the state’s Emergency Manager law, the rest are basically power grabs by various special-interest groups who are trying to ammend the state constitution in their favor.
I ended up being the 105th voter in my precinct.
After what “we the people” have been put through this cycle? Hell, no!
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Just got back a few minutes ago - wife went this morning. We live in a pretty rural VT town, and I’ve never waited to vote, best as I can recall. We use paper ballots here. Having lived in this town for almost fifteen years now, we know most of the poll people (heck, one of 'em married us!), but no ID required in VT anyway. Sign in, get checked off the list, vote. Politely accept handout from conspiracy guy on the way out, put on the wood burn pile once home.
In and out in 3 or 4 minutes, tops.
Just got back. There were 3-4 in line in front of me and they came in steadily while I voted, but it was not packed. Rather painless.
I only heard one woman asking for voter ID. I wasn’t sure if I would show mine or not (had I been asked.) In PA they could ask, but you weren’t required to show it.
I am against the idea of requiring an ID, but the women there aren’t the ones responsible for the law. I wasn’t asked, so I didn’t have to decide.
Turns out that the Texas Registrar’s website is out of date, and showed the wrong polling place for my location–and an awful lot of others. At the first station I went to, they went down the line, checking precinct numbers, and the overwhelming majority of people were in the wrong place (about 80% of those I counted in the relatively short line with me). They had already done this enough that the poll workers had memorized directions to most of the other locations nearby.
Not my location, of course, but I can’t fault them, as it was in a basement, in a disused lavatory, with a sign on the door saying, “Beware of the Leopard”. Fortunately, the line stretching around the building helped me locate it, requiring only that I stand in line and sweat for an hour or so. Yes, sweat. In November. The air temp was only in the 70s, but we were down in sort of a hole with no breeze, caught in the sun between concrete and the pallid walls of the building. The people around me were removing jackets and sweaters and lamenting their long-sleeved shirts. A few bartered promises of iced drinks for promises to hold their places in line. (On a completely unrelated matter, it’s likely that, if asked, most of them would deny anthropogenic climate change.)
Nonetheless, the deed is done, my ballot cast.
My wife’s experience was interesting. She has aphasia, and limited dexterity in her dominant hand. So her signature didn’t match and we had to show an ID. Then we had to plead and whine to allow me to help her in the booth.
But it got done.
Surprisingly busy. By 1:30 half the eligible voters had voted.
2 hr Ohio voter. Of course I was there between 730 and 930am, a busy time of day. People in line were in a jovial mood. We cracked jokes about being undecided, etc.
That was by far the longest line I’d ever seen at my polling station in Minneapolis. WAY more young people than I knew lived in my neighborhood. The wait was almost 2 hours.
Just got back from voting during lunch. 2 people ahead of me at the machines, which were full. They both got in in less than a minute, as did I. Bing, bang, out with my “I voted” sticker and back to school. I even had time to flip off the Tea Party guy at his table 101 feet from the poll.