At first it wasn't easy: #59: Vote in a presidential election

Rachel wants you to vote.

While I was in line, the following things happened:

My phone died, so I had to just look around me to occupy myself.
I tried to guess who everyone was going to vote for. I couldn't imagine that any of these people were going to vote for Donald Trump.
A family with two kids let their older daughter run wild in line. She solicited food from 2 different strangers.
I saw one of those couples that looks so awkward, you wonder how they found each other. He was clutching her hand so tightly and holding it almost in the air, instead of letting their hands fall naturally between them. They weren't talking. I wondered if they would vote Independent American.
A few school children stuck their faces into the auditorium and started yelling, "Trump!" "Clinton!" It was noticeably awkward, because that is actually illegal. The woman behind me went under the caution tape used to rope off the line and said, "Young man! What's you're doing is illegal!" I was embarrassed that she took it so seriously. When she came back, she announced to the line, "I used to teach here last year."
A guy behind me in line complained to an acquaintance he had run into about the UVU school schedule, and I wanted to give him a talking to.
I fell in love with a boy ahead of me in line. Mostly because he was reading a book while he waited. He also had a calculator watch and a pencil behind his ear. When we got to the front, we split off into lines based on our last names. Everyone in front of me was A-L, so I got to skip ahead, and we actually ended up voting at the same time. I wonder how I could strike up a conversation. "So, eh, who did you vote for?"