Maybe 30 to 45 minutes in Merritt Island, Florida, back in 2004.
It was my first time voting, and I went with my parents after they were home from work, so it’s likely that that was the longest anyone there waited.
I’ve lived all over central Florida since, and have never had to wait at all, but that’s mostly because I do Early Voting or even Vote By Mail now.
There’s a reason the lyrics are “Some of those who work forces burn crosses.”
I think you dropped this:
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I never said Mickey was “almost a boob,” I said he was fucking Goofy!
Pepto Bismol, standing by!
Their tribal gear was a flap with a hole for their face.
This makes them sound like idiots… They also cut two smaller holes in the flap, for their ears.
I live real close to the house he lived in when he was a kid. There’s even a “Riders on the Storm Inn” here in town… 😌 I don’t know a lot about the man that he was and I’m too young to have seen The Doors play, though I really enjoy “People Are Strange,” and a few other songs of theirs. I’m glad he found a way out of this place, though, even if it was only for a short time.
I saw a lot of my own experience in your comment, and wanted to add a bit of my story. I work in web development, and years ago I was tasked with learning Google Ads so we could start offering it as a service to clients. So exciting at first, learning the ins and outs of such a powerful platform – But in practice, it was a cynical and dehumanizing experience. Dissecting thousands of real human beings’ search phrases for some untapped keyword, in an effort to cash in on their weakest moments. Not what I got into this field to do, either.
Shoutout to The Chats for helping to finally identify(?) Mr. Democracy Manifest.