Death by DMV

Max, all grown up now.

Here's the thing:  My son talked me into taking him to test for his Learner's Permit in the middle of the day.   As a rule I never go to the DMV unless I can be there when the doors open because that kind of pitiful waiting drives me crazy.  These are a few random observations while captive with the rest of humanity at the  Department of Motor Vehicles earlier this week. Some of the names have been changed to protect the innocent.

• ....DMV at 12:30 in the afternoon.   What was I thinking?
• ....T93  -  that's not so bad, right? I'm sure they'll call us soon.
• . ...Awwww, cute baby!
• ....Oooh,  a triple word score in Words With Friends... Awesome!!!
• ... Now serving A221?  A221?  What happened to the "T"s.  T93 to be exact. Aren't we going backwards !?
• ....Good grief grandma, how long are you going to talk about your lemon custard?
•  ...Yeah lady, that's your kid smelling like that. We all know it's him; you aren't fooling anyone.
• ...No, Max, MY VOICE DOESN'T CARRY....
• ... Now serving D24.  Really, D24? I got your D24 right here, sister....
• ....Is this guy still talking to me?  If there is a zombie apocalypse he will be the first one I shove out the door.
• ...Why is Hanukkah spelled Chanukah sometimes?
• ..Now serving R32.   R32? Seriously?
• ...Look at those samples.  Who on earth would want a yellow license plate; I'm jus' sayin'.
• ....We are going to die here....There is no chance we will ever get out of here alive.....I should write about this....
• ....Oh! You passed? Congratulations, Max. Good job. I'm glad we came.
• ...No, you can't drive home today.