»¡Voto temprano, voto a menudo!

I wasn't first at the polling place this morning: two other young men were waiting at the door, breath steaming in the early air. The election official opened the door, we charged in, connected the arrows, and found that we got to vote a bonus round.
Since the fancy Eagle-brand tabulator wasn't correctly aligned with the stars, our precinct used the manual override. We got to dump our second set of ballots into a big ol' bin beneath the Eagle, while the first set of ballots were marked "SPOIL" by the election official.