The young woman at the polling place started by asking her for her ID.
"I'm not required to show an ID," she said. "I have voted here before."
Sure enough, they look her up and there is no "identification required" next to her name. She signs her name next to the signature on file in the registry. The young volunteer says, "Those signatures don't match at all." Which, of course, they did—but chances are the volunteer was either irritated at being challenged, or was eager to do her best to insure all votes were valid. (Either way, it's still not right.) After a short stand-off,
"Look," the young woman said, "Maybe next time you'd like to volunteer so you can see what it's like on this side of the table. We're always looking for more help."
OK, I'm going to be a jerk here, but don't get all righteous for your one day of volunteering if you can't get it right. One of the other polling officials actually recognized
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The voters in line were so young compared to past elections, and I'm sure the majority were required to show ID as they had probably never voted at that polling place before. I joked that it was the first time the average voter age was lower than retirement age. A young woman ahead of us was shocked to discover there were only three voting booths, although that's the number of voting booths they've had at past elections.
Also, there was no waiting for people whose last names began N-Z. (I laughed aloud when a man asked, "what about P?") There was a line a block long for A-M. Where are all the Smiths and Williams?