Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- How I Went To Hell and Back, and Came Bearing Gifts I had a person drive me to DMV today*. My "true" friends said they would rather go to hell than take me to DMV, which in its own right, is like hell on earth. So I had a stranger, a convicted felon who is possibly bipolar, drive me there. My plan was perfect. Go at 8 am, beat the lines, leave at 8:05 am with a New York driving license. Fool proof. What do my friends know? Four hour lines? Pfft! Not for me! I enter the DMV at 9:30 am. I am one of the few there. Odd. I fill out a paper where I request a new license in exchange for my old Pennsylvania one. I circle the part where I admit that I am epileptic. I knew that hey! this might screw with my plan, and I might instead walk out with a non-driver's ID, but no matter! I was a woman with a goal and my goal was to NOT walk out empty handed! My number is called out. I hand in the paper. Take a picture. Show thousands of IDs proving that I do in fact exist. My picture was taken, I was moved to another window. The guy at the window smiles. I walked out with a New York license. It was 10:00 am. At that time the lines were already extending to the outside of the building. I do not know how was THAT Hell or how was THAT four hours, but I do know I did get NY license... and a phone number.
_____________ 2:55 p.m. - November 21, 2008 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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