NORMAN — This week, for the second time in my life, I had the privilege of standing in line for an hour and 20 minutes to vote. Yes, I consider it a privilege.
I’m not an early morning riser at all. Personally, I think the work day shouldn’t start until around 10 a.m. Actually, now that I think about it, 11 a.m. would be much nicer. But Tuesday morning, I knew I had a mission that required me to shake the sleep dust off a bit early and get the lead out.
And, now I’m just going to brag on myself, Tuesday morning I was up. My hair was done. My makeup had been applied. Those teeth were brushed. My clothes were put on, coffee was consumed and I was at the polling place by 8 a.m. I was a woman on a mission.
During the one-minute drive to my polling place, I had these fantasies that I’d be the only one there. I’d be the second person in line and I’d be on my way to work early to impress my co-workers with not only my punctuality but my “I voted” sticker. I’m sure when I pulled into the parking lot at the church I vote at, the look on my face was priceless. The parking lot was full. A line of fellow voters had already wrapped around the building. It actually took me longer to find a place to park than the commute.
I’ll admit that my eyes filled up with tears a bit at the sight of so many people in my surrounding area that had the same commitment to vote as I did that cool November morning. They all had the “I don’t care how long this is going to take, I’m going to cast my vote” attitude, too.