Even the person running the polling place had to use a provisional ballot.
Eight poll workers, 6 D's and 2 R's. Both R's were at the machine you fed your ballet into.
The 6 D's were verifying ID and address. We have voter ID here. A lady came in at the same time as me, but went to the table next to mine. She walked up, flashed her voters registration card and drivers license, and had her ballot and headed towards the little booths in what had to be 15 seconds. The voter was Hispanic, if that matters.
I walk up and hand the lady my voters registration card and drivers license. She takes the VR card and starts commenting on how old it is. Types in some info. Says she doesn't know why I don't have a new one. Types some more. Asks me to spell my last name (which is perfectly clear on the card and ID I just gave her). More typing. She then asks me to confirm my address. I say it out loud, even though both ID's have it on them. More typing. Starts talking about the weather. Asks me to spell my name again. More typing. Asks how many voters reside at my residence. More typing. Finally she smiles, chuckles a bit, and hands me the printed ballot and proceeds to spend another minute explaining to me how to bubble in the little circles.
It felt like she was intentionally trying to draw out the process for as long as possible.
After I voted I was waiting for my wife to finish and I noticed that, like me, some people were taking forever to check in and others were just flying through the process.
Wanna bet which were Republicans and which were Democrats?