Voting
What a rigamarole. Yes, they print the location on the back of the voter information pamphlet, but I forgot to look and we had already left the house. They keep changing it too (we live right on the border of three different voting precincts), and when we went to the first place (what used to be our usual polling place), they misdirected us to a place that is closer to our house, but wrong. The third polling place was the charm, though. It was well-hidden, but we had voted there once before, so we knew how to get to it. They could place twenty seven eight-by-ten color glossy photographs with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one explaining what each one was to be used as evidence of the location of the polling place (or one sign that is visible from the street) when the polling place is well inside school grounds, especially when there are two polling places at the same school, such as in this case (one visible from the street and one not). And, boy, Mr. Creepy Von CreepsAlot was the polling supervisor and all we could think is, "I bet he is a teacher and creeps all the kids out with his creepy creepiness." *shudder*