I went to the DMV, or tag agency, or whatever they call it down here. I checked in, was given a number, and was directed to the waiting area. I glanced at the paper with my number on it. Number 852. I looked up at the screen which displayed the current number being served. Number 2. I looked back at the number in my hand. I blinked a few times. I looked up again. Then I resigned myself to
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Drinking, Driving, and the DMV
I went to the DMV, or tag agency, or whatever they call it down here. I checked in, was given a number, and was directed to the waiting area. I glanced at the paper with my number on it. Number 852. I looked up at the screen which displayed the current number being served. Number 2. I looked back at the number in my hand. I blinked a few times. I looked up again. Then I resigned myself to
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1 comment:
I think that it's like this in the afterlife, too, at least according to Beetlejuice, lol! The DMV....purgatory....I guess they're just preparing us for what's to com. ;)
Cindy
The Crunchy (Grouchy) Mommy
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