+1 on the above...
A number of years ago, I went to the local polling place and got there just a few minutes after they opened. Usually, the polling place is staffed by a few paid county poll workers and a few other volunteers, usually senior citizens looking to occupy their day and do some thing to support the process. This time, however, the polling place was being supervised by a young fellow, in his thirties. The poll was in chaos and the staff was cowering. From what I could gather, the supervisor was either very, very ill-prepared or he was in the middle of a mini-psychotic break. He was ranting and raving, loudly declaring the poll was in a mess, not of his doing, and nobody would be allowed to vote until he went back to the county election headquarters to get further instructions (a trip that would take about an hour each way). As I watched him meltdown, I knew nothing good was going to come of staying there, so I quietly asked one of the other poll staffers, a rather fear-filled little old lady if she had the phone number for the county election headquarters. She passed me a paper with the info as if she were smuggling out state secrets, all the while keeping an eye on the manic supervisor. I went outside, called the election office, and told them about the situation. They said they had received another call, but, since the supervisor was not answering his phone, they were dispatching someone to remedy the problem. I was instructed, if I wished, to go to another poll outside of my precinct, explain the situation to the people there, and ask to vote on a provisional ballot at their poll, which is what I wound up doing. I never saw the manic supervisor again when I voted in subsequent elections, so I guess his day as a poll supervisor did not end well...
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