convo with Big John - Part 2

So I went out to the empty parking lot and got back in my car. Ten minutes later I was I was a few blocks from my destination and found myself in a traffic jam where none should have been. Yeah, it was just after 8am on a bright Friday morning, but there were three lanes headed south.

"Why is the inside lane so backed up?" I wondered. "Must've been an accident or something." I told you I was an idiot. It wasn't long before I figured out what was going on.

A-type driver as I am, I shot into one of the two open lanes to the left and buzzed up ahead. Reality began to dawn. I parked across the street from my destination, dodged morning rush hour traffic down Lincoln, and saw a marvelous sight. Something I'm likely to ever see again.

I told Big John about the hip hoppers with jeans hanging off their butt, old people in wheelchairs. Preppy types handling business on cell phones, middle-agers. No pushing, no shoving, nobody cutting in line. Everyone quietly moving w/ the flow, reading their book, or making a brand new friend." It was a sight to see for a first-time voter. America at its very best.

That end of the line was way, I mean waaay, out into the parking lot when I got there at 8:45. Understand? It was a long... freaking... line. It snaked all over a parking lot the size of 2 football fields.

"I'm gonna be here a while," so I had a choice to make. Stay or go.

I stepped to the end of the line. I had seen news reports from places all over the country of early voters waiting for hours for the privilege of doing their duty, and I would not miss my chance to do the same.

......... to be continued.