|Look, I majored in theatre so can we just pretend that|
was funny and that I didn't waste like four years of college?
|Above: a typical DMV employee. Zing!|
I was kind of dreading, as one does, going to the DMV. Not just because of the interminable wait, but also because I think they staff every waiting area with at least one typhoid sufferer who will, without fail, sit next to and cough all over you the whole goddamn time.
|Something something, the DMV sucks.|
See? It's a comic gold mine.
|Pictured: some of the many people|
who hate my fucking guts.
|Yes. It felt exactly like that.|
|Step 1: Press 'print.'|
Step 2: Wait 8 weeks.
Step 3: Put it in the mail.
I mean, is she a wizard? Or could it be that everything the DMV does is like secretly super easy and that they just complicate it deliberately with their bureaucracy, arcane forms and phone trees that lead nowhere because they enjoy cultivating an air of arbitrary authority combined with a shocking contempt for our time?
|"Greetings registered driver. The auspices are good. If you fill out a change of address form today, |
the fates may see fit to grant your request. Take a number and have a seat over there by the coughing man."
-Nicole, DMV clerk and wizard