NH was a battleground state so my land line phone rang constantly - this last week, I didn't even bother to look at when rang, I figured if someone who knew me wanted to get a'hold of me they would call my cell.
I rode my bike the 1.4 miles to the polling place around 11 am. The only excitement was when a Cadillac Escalade, looking right at me, started to pull out of the parking lot in front of me, but I stuck my hand up in a stop gesture and he stopped.
I had to wait about 10 minutes, but that was only because the M - S line was really long. There were only 1 or 2 people in line for all the other letters of the alphabet.
There is a new (totally unnecessary) voter ID law here in NH, so I said hello & handed the nice lady behind the table my drivers licence, she looked at me and looked at my licence, and asked me "What is your name?" I pointed to my driver licence in her hand and she said in an exasperated voice "You have to say your name." opps, ok. She must have been getting that all morning.
I did hear the lines were very, very long later in the day.



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