They say it takes all kinds to make a democracy work and, sadly, that’s true. I am getting ready right now to go vote at my designated polling place, that church over around NW 36th and Western, and, Heavens to Murgatroyd, the line is already stretching farther than I am comfortably willing to wait. Do I walk back home and try again later, or do I just brave the adema-filled odyssey as the sands of time slow down and just get it over with or d I just hang out at Guestroom all afternoon and tell people for four years "Don't blame me, I voted for Kodos!"?
Regardless of whether it’s now or then, I think we can all agree that one of the most entertaining (up to a point, of course) aspects of the day is people-watching, so, TLO readers, be prepared to call out bingo as you’re suitably front-row in the theater of life, watching carefully orchestrated performances by the five people who you always meet while standing in line to vote. Or, really, standing in line anywhere. But mostly voting.