Oh, the polls in Utah. I've seen some crazy stuff here before, but I've never seen a polling place this crowded. We probably have the LDS church to thank for that - gotta make sure all the good little drones go vote to fulfill their prophecy. (Nope, not kidding. Wish I was.)
On our way in, we passed an old couple leaving. The husband wore two "I voted" stickers - his and his wife's. The symbolism was priceless.
We were corralled into two lines by last name: A-E and F-Z. I'll let you guess which one snaked around and out the door while the other actually ran dry a couple of times. This, folks, is Utah planning at its finest. After a while, they changed it to A-H and I-Z. This all took place in a public school, where doubtlessly-stellar alphabet, arithmetic and problem-solving lessons are taught every day.
To everyone who's voted, even the ones whose rationale escapes me: Thank you. To everyone else: What's wrong with you? Get out there already! You'll have no right to whine about the state of things if you don't even try to have a voice.