Hubby and I voted yesterday, and when the man behind me stepped up to get his slip, he reached for his wallet, asking if he needed ID. The clerk grinned at him; “This isn’t Georgia, sir.”
Hubby and I voted yesterday, and when the man behind me stepped up to get his slip, he reached for his wallet, asking if he needed ID. The clerk grinned at him; “This isn’t Georgia, sir.”