First, the machine I used to vote was so primitive I was confused. (I find that being a member of generation Y, anything simple, basic, and/or not technological proves to be extremely challenging.) There is no way to describe this enormous machine. I stood there for many minutes trying to determine what the heck I was supposed to do.
I believe the word I came across when looking for a picture of this voting machine was antiquated. The photo below clearly depicts what decade I felt I was in while using this machine.
Even more shocking about this experience was that I didn't get a sticker! I promise I have grown out of expecting a sticker at the doctor and dentist offices but I do look forward to my "I voted sticker." I look forward to wearing my voting pride on my sleeve as I leave the polling place and I was very disappointed. So I searched one out online and placed it here. I feel much better now!
2 comments:
I love stickers. It's nice to have a little validatin, isn't it?
wow. I don't know what validatin is, but it sure does sound interesting, doesn't it? I meant to say "validation". There we go, that's better.
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