I got that done today. It wasn't a particularly wonderful feeling.
Going into the polling place, one always has to run the gauntlet of people outside who want to hand you voter guides and talk to you. They have to stay at least fifty feet from the entrance, so the last few steps are easy.
One man tried to get my attention by saying, "please vote for **** ******* (I don't remember the name). She's my daughter!" I started laughing once I got inside because I thought of what I *could* have said: "I don't care if she's your daughter AND your lover. I'm totally a platform and policy voter." 😀
I always think of the good stuff afterwards.