The fate of the universe is in your hands.
I arrived at my precinct polling place about fifteen minutes before the 6:00 a.m. opening. It was raining and I had brought an umbrella. There were about forty people ahead of me in line. Before the line started moving another forty or fifty people lined up behind me.
Once I made it into polling place (I had my voter card with me), I waited a few minutes to sign in and get a ballot. Paper. Always.
There was one open carrel. I started to mark my ballot. The pen was dry. I left the carrel and asked an election judge for another pen. I promptly got a new one. I marked my ballot (it was a long one – there are a lot of initiatives this cycle) in a few minutes – I had done my homework. The people around we were much slower at going through the ballot.
I inserted my ballot in the ballot “box”. According to the digital counter it was the fifteenth.