4213 is an odd number
Tuesday was the first election since our move to a new town. I figured I was doing well to find the actual voting place, but it seems I was supposed to know my district number as well. Four voting districts each with its own table and voting booth were represented in the building. A map on the wall showed that my street was right on the dividing line between districts. I started with district 1.
“Hi, I’m not sure I’m at the right table.”
“Address?”
“4213 Clover”
“OK, let’s see.” [Mumble, mumble, discuss something about odd/even house numbers] “Try table 4″
So I moved to table 4. “Hi, district 1 sent me over here.”
“Name?”
“Jeremy Stein”
“Hmmm… it’s not in the book. What’s your address?”
“4213 Clover”
“Let’s see… Clover Street. Yes, we have the even numbers. I guess you’ll need to fill out a provisional ballot. Now, where are those…”
“Oh, so odd numbers are at table 1?”
“Uh, yes…” [Confused look]
I moved back to table 1. They gave up trying to determine whether my address was in their district and just looked up my name. It was there. I signed in and voted.
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