I Voted!

There was no waiting. I got all nervous about all the people out front. But hot damn, all those people were just passing out pamphlets.

And, as always, I was registered twice.

I know what you're thinking, YOU LIVE IN CHICAGO OF COURSE YOU'RE REGISTERED TWICE. But no, seriously. Everywhere I register, they register me twice.

See, my parents gave me me a bit of a hillbilly first name. Yes, my name really isn't Enna. SHOCK I KNOW. But for the sake of this story, let's imagine my first name is Enna Mae. So, I show up to the polling place, and I tell them my name is Enna Mae Lynn Stein. And then they say "Uh oh. We have two for you." And I say "I know, just give me the one with Enna M.L. Stein. It's cool" and then they get their panties in a bunch because apparently this is a BIG DEAL.

Because, you know, that's what my generation is known for - liking voting so much that they do it TWICE. Oh wait, no, we NEVER vote.

Then polling officials check my ID. Then they check my Social Security Card. Then they check my ID again.

Then I walk away with the one with Enna M.T. Stein and cast my vote.

I don't have to heart to tell them I am still registered (twice) on the south side as well. And no amount of me pointing this out has changed a dang thing.

Let's just say I wouldn't be shocked if that other Enna Stein voted for King Richard II every time he is up for re-election.