Humour at the polling place.
This morning I took myself to a local Church which was the site for voting in Sarasota's Precinct 125. We have a run-off election for two City Commissioners.
I didn't notice that there were two registration places, arranged according to the first letter of the voter's last name.
The registering Clerk look at my photo' I.D. - then, realising that I was at the wrong desk she said
"Oh, you'll have to go to P".
There was a split second of silence, then the whole room erupted into laughter. The Clerk had a very red face.