Postcards from Hell
- on 06.28.07
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Hey … you know what’s worse than going to the DMV? Going to the DMV twice! (Ba-dum-cha!)
To follow up from my last post, I headed out to the DMV this morning, getting there at 9:30am. Not too shabby and I was able to stop for coffee so I had something to keep me awake during my wait. Our plan was to finish up the license bidness and be back on the road at 11 to head out to the Folklife Festival happening downtown. One problem — my DMV ordeal wasn’t over until 1:45pm. No, I’m not kidding. And I could write out all of the gory details, but really, it was bad enough living through it the first time — and I don’t want to subject you to the same torture. Let’s just say it was the most ridiculous thing EVER. So instead of going to the Folklife Festival, upon our release from our hostage situation we did what any sane person would do. We went to Wendy’s. And then Toys R’ Us. Because I think if you don’t deserve a little treat after 4 hours of waiting in the surreal nightmare of the DMV, then you ain’t never going to deserve one. Mad picked out a Spirograph set to work on in the car as we head out tomorrow (fully licensed until 2014, suckas!) on our road trip to good ol’ Indiana. Anyone else have great Spirograph memories? A good road trip story? Or maybe even a scary tale from the DMV? My birthday’s around the corner, folks, so why don’t you pull up a chair and regale me with your experiences…
(PS: Apparently I have a valid identity now and no, I didn’t have to take the test! But after waiting around that long, I was just happy to see the outside of that building, let alone get my new license!)
Central Indiana is beautiful this time of year.
That’s just horrifying, is what that is. Why does the DMV always smell like bad breath?
Every time I go on a vacation, a little less of me retruns to work while a little more of me stays on vacation. I’m hoping to syncronize the end result with early retirement.