City slickers will complain about the long lines at the polls, with people snaking out the door and around the parking lot. All the pushing, shoving and obnoxious anonymous strangers which make up the voting population can create a serious headache.

Now I've never encountered a crowd this intense, but voting day crowds still aren't something I look forward to. In the several years since I've been of voting age, I've waited in lines at dormitories, schools, and other public buildings too nondescript to really remember.

But this past election day, as I followed the makeshift signs reading "Polling Place," I found myself treading farther and farther away from the main road. A little confused, I checked the iPhone again and was thankful that Apple knew how to make devices which compensated for my lack of directional abilities. Yes, I was going the right way.

Finally, bright lights in the distance told me I was at the right place...I had reached a garage about two blocks from my house, where five tiny polling booths looked quite out of place sandwiched in between garage shelves and a folding table where a handful of volunteers smiled and waited to take names. Maybe there was more of a line earlier in the day, but at 7 p.m., myself and my roommates made up the entire line.

I imagine this is what voting must have been like in the olden days, where families travelled five miles by horse and carriage to reach the only polling place for miles around.

Okay, so maybe I exaggerate a little.

What was your voting experience like in Sacramento? Did you experience long lines, or was it pretty quiet? Would you be willing to offer up your own garage as a polling place?