When The Wife got back from voting in Saturday's runoff election around 9 AM, she informed me she was the whopping 8th person to vote at our polling station. I knew runoff elections weren't marked by high attendance, but I figured that numbers would pick up as the day went on.
While running errands that afternoon, I stopped by to vote around 1 PM. After signing in, I asked what number I was. The two workers briefly consulted their lists and the guy in front of me answered, "22."
You get the government you don't vote for, I guess. At least one of the candidates I was supporting won.