.and pull up your socks.

(from last week)
I spent my morning at the DMV.
First waiting
outside Macy's
to get in the DMV
then in line
then realizing it was
the wrong line
then waiting in another line
then being helped by someone who should
have been in a hospital
or taking better mediciation for his
anger issues
(the place has been open 20 minutes, how can you be so upset?)
then a photo
then waiting on a bench,
waiting on a number system
that didn't make any sense.
then stood there with a girl chatting &
gossiping away
then I gave them $9.50
got a slip
and walked away.
got to work on time.

it wasn't that bad at all,
just,
all DMVs are depressing.
cold
the same signs in each.
the same signs that no one reads
(which is why I had to go back to the DMV in the first place - I didn't see you needed the physical SS card. Which I, of course, lost. I did this same waiting and complex number process at the social security offices in the East Village *shudders* God that place is just evil and the large portrait of George Bush didn't help)
and always that one person
freaking out
over nothing.

not as bad as Baltimore though
but, come on, that's like adding
"in your pants" to all
Chinese fortunes,
it applies every time.