Were you traumatized by the event, showing your ID at the registration table sounds positively horrible!
More importantly, how did you possibly find the time to go to the DMV for that ID and who did you find to help you navigate the process? Did someone loan you the $10 or did you have to skip coffee for a week?
The shame of it all! :~)
I watched Gangs of New York last night and I can’t get ove the voting scene.
“But I already voted twice!”
“And you claim you’re doing your part? Get back in there and vote again.”