I voted in the municipal election tonight. My polling place was easy to find, in a very Douglas Adams sense:

But Mr. Dent, the plans have been available in the local planning office for the last nine months.

Oh yes, well, as soon as I heard I went straight round to see them, yesterday afternoon. You hadn’t exactly gone out of your way to call attention to them, had you? I mean, like actually telling anybody or anything.

But the plans were on display…

On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them.

That’s the display department.

With a flashlight.

Ah, well, the lights had probably gone.

So had the stairs.

But look, you found the notice, didn’t you?

Yes, said Arthur, yes I did. It was on display on the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying Beware of the Leopard.

The polling staff told me they’d had even more problems earlier in the day: the poll is located in a school, and traffic wasn’t able to get in because of the children playing outdoors during recess. I’ve a mind to write the (not-so-)new council to thank them for making it so easy to make my voice heard.