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Hubby and I went to vote after hubby got home from work. It took us almost two hours from the time we walked in the building. Our county chose an Indian reservation casino building as the polling place for our area. So we weren’t even voting on US soil. To make matters worse, we walked into the building into a hallway crammed like sardines into one line that became two lines at some mysterious point we could not see. The hallway was about five feet across. I’m not sure how deep the hallway was (not good at judging distances), but it had a 90degree turn at the end. (It was an L-shaped hall.) There were about 150 people crammed into this small space with one exit which also happened to be the entrance. There were no windows except for the door that let us in. All of the doors were locked, so if there had been a fire, anyone at the end of the “L” would have been in trouble. The voting room was right by the entry, but you had to wait in the snakey line for two hours before you could sign in. I’m doing a horrible job describing this, of course. Hubby would do better, but he’s sleeping. He HATES to be in crowds. When we were fairly close to the end of the line, hubby was ticked off enough to call and complain to someone who might have been able to put a stop to the insanity. It would have been far safer to have the line outside. Meanwhile, our friend’s husband called us back to sympathise and to inform us how the state of AZ mandated that precincts be cut in half for the primaries. I’m not sure if that meant cut in half staffwise or room size or what. He also said, “I know what your real problem is. Y’all are the only two Republicans in the room . . .” He’s also a Republican among an area that is dominated by Democrats. Hubby estimated that there were about 30% Republicans voting at our precinct. Anywho, we voted. We will voice our opposition to the procedure and lack of safety concerns at our precinct. And our candidate will lose. But at least we were able to vote.