E and I got there at about 8:10am. There was a line of about 20 people in front of us. Not a big deal at all. We were walking up when a lady walked up talking about how she needed to get to work. We let her go in front of us. We are waiting. E and I discussed taking pictures of this momentous occasion, but decided to refrain. That led us to discussing whether or not it was our first time to vote with the lady in front of us in line. Which led us to discuss our previous voting experiences. E mentioned that once she accidently touched the spanish button on the voting machine and it took them awhile to get it fixed.
The lady who was so nice proceeded to go into a tirade (though whispered) about how we shouldn't have spanish on the ballots. If we went to Mexico, they wouldn't give us English ballots, would they? She went on for a couple of minutes and effectively eliminated all conversation between us and her.
Next we heard from behind us, "I need to know who to talk to to report harassment by my supervisor." There was this guy talking quite loudly about how he needed to talk to someone. "I need to know who to talk to to report harassment by my supervisor. I'm afraid there might be retaliation." Two things went through my mind: First - why are you doing this in front of 30 people in line at the voting booth. Second: I'm pretty sure retaliation is not the word you were going for. Unless you are planning on hurting your supervisor for the harassment. Everyone in line was standing around awkwardly wondering what to do. Luckily we got in to vote a few minutes later.
I had no idea my journey to cast my vote would be so interesting. Welcome to life in East Texas. You never know what might happen.
Then E made me an "I Voted" sticker, because Smith County seems to have forgone the expense. I wear it proudly.
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