I was standing in line for my precinct, waiting to pick up my ballot, when a person (I cannot say what sex or race or age, or I may be declared sexist or racist or age discriminatory, apparently) walked in past all the people patiently waiting, walked over to the Chairperson (that's what his tag said, isn't that pathetic?) and asked "Where do I go to vote for Obama?" He patiently explained the process.
If it was me, I'd have pointed to the double doors with the exit sign, and said "Through there..."
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