M-Z? Step Right This Way
You have four years to change your last name to Zazzle (might as well have fun with it). The following discussion is anecdotal in the extreme with a sample size of four. It involves four separate voters, voting in three separate polling places in Rhode Island, at four completely different times of the day. At each polling place people were divided into two separate lines based on the first initial of a voter’s last name, and what all four of us observed was that the A-L line was often about 100 people long with roughly a one hour wait, while the M-Z line was usually completely empty. And the M-Z people strolled right in as if they owned the place, voted, and sashayed out past the alphabetically-impaired hordes. There was even a rumor that the M-Z people were being given mints and a moist hand towel. Smug bastards.
But I can’t even make sense of this. Why would it be this way? Here are some possibilities:
1) The demographics in this state just happen to favor the beginning of the alphabet.
2) People from M-Z have been at the end of the line their entire lives and by age 18 most have just given up trying to do anything ever.
Maybe the Board of Elections (after it buys itself a new awning) can look into this mysterious phenomenon.