Unlike most of this nation, the only person who was in line at my voting precinct was this old lady.
Once inside, I looked at the vast amount of volunteers who were waiting for people to vote.
Once inside my secret booth, I looked at the balloting system my state has to offer. It looks confusing, but there has never been a problem with the knobs system.
See? No problem.
I even rewarded myself afterwards for being a good American by getting my complimentary Starbucks Coffee... which I proceeded to throw away across the street.
After waiting for hours for a result, my fist hits the air in jubilation much like the rest of this country, but not like most of my friends.