Three weeks ago no one had heard of a chad. Now we can tell a hanging chad from a pregnant chad from a dimpled chad.
Over the past couple of decades that I have been voting, I have sometimes inadvertently inserted the stylus in the wrong hole, realized my mistake and moved it to the next candidate or to the next race on the ballot–the dimple unwittingly left behind thus representing the exact opposite of a desire to vote for that particular candidate.
If I ever actually pushed the stylus through, fortunately I knew enough to ask for another ballot.
I had not realized until now that even the dimple I had inadvertently made could be considered a vote by well-intentioned counters trying to divine my intent–incorrectly, as it turns out.




