It is always heartening when you have to instruct the poll keepers yourself how it is done.
The machine was broken for the 13 E.D. which meant we had to fill out paper ballots. I gave the man the card I got in the mail with my name on it and he said, "Mr. Votante.. I cannot find that name." I said, "That is because it is not my name." For the life of me, I could not understand where he got that from, so I took the card back and read, halfway down, in Spanish, Estimado Votante: Queda avisado(a)....(Dear voter: Please be advised...) I was stunned. Thank God he didn't try to read the Chinese written on the next line!
When I was done coloring in the circles of the paper ballot (which by the way, still listed Cuomo, but I guess that doesn't matter,) folded it and put it in the very safe looking cardboard box, I said, "Don't I have to sign the book?" "Oh yes," he said, "I forgot."
I give up. Nobody cares. Not the voters. Not the people working the polls. And definitely not the candidates. No wonder George W. Bush was elected.