Sacrifices we make for democracy

When I arrived at 7PM, the young man at the polling place had been their since 7AM, and he still had a couple hours left to go. This explains why he was having so much trouble pointing out where I was supposed to sign, and he confessed to feeling a little light headed. In addition, the burrito and rice dish he had acquired from the break room, was of an inferior quality, though he said he couldn't complain, since it was free.

I could sympathize, since years ago, I had both worked as a poll worker, and though it was an interesting experiment it seeing the mechanics of the voting process, I found it exhausting. So this is basically a shout out to the dedication of the people who do the polling place work. The system wouldn't work nearly as well without them. And for that, an unpalatable burrito is worth it, right?