The Whimsy flag:

the polling place was hard to find, and it was in what looked like a house nest to delaware ave. there was no sign on the door but a man, surrounded in trash and sitting on the stoop next door told me i was in the right place.
so i walked inside. and i too was the ONLY person there to vote. there were 4 people working and when
i told them my last name, and i had 2 last names on my registration, one lady said “ah, did you get married?” and i said
” it’s a long story.” and then the four of them start cracking jokes about marriage and divorce and name changes and they are cackling so loudly when i walk into the booth to cast my vote that i can hardly think.
but one hardly needs to think to vote, right?