Way #6 you know you're a public servant: you vote in primary races, and recognize the names on the smaller races, because they're the people that fund the organization you work for.

As a child, there was a mystique about voting, since I didn't go inside when my parents voted. Voting was a secret rite of passage into adulthood, like buying car tags or knowing what engine part needed replacing even without checking under the hood. For years I wondered what happened behind those doors, and when finally inducted into that secret, opinionated society, I was a little disappointed at how simple and mundane it really was.

Voting this way
at , North Daye Hill, Alabama, United States by domesticat.
[photo: sign outside voting area]