I got to the polling place and other than the poll workers, there were two other people voting: a man in his thirties and a woman in her eighties, I’d guess. I handed over my photo ID, got my ballot, and went to the booth.
And I voted for Martin O’Malley.
Now, I respect the former governor of Maryland and I thought he made some good points in his short-lived run for the White House, but I did not intend to vote for him in the Florida Democratic primary. I have no idea why I voted for him. It’s not like the ballot was crowded: there were three choices in alphabetical order.
I didn’t discover the mistake until I was about to slip the ballot into the holder. I outwardly groaned and went back to the sign-in table to get another ballot. This caused a little bit of twitterpation because I was the first today to make a mistake and own up to it. (Most people don’t find they’ve made a mistake until after they’ve voted.) But I did get a new ballot, filled in the correct bubble, and turned in my ballot.