Department of Motor Vehicles DMV

Department of Motor Vehicles. The DMV. Doesn't everybody just love the DMV? You know, that crowded place where you wait in line 2 hours, only to find out you don't have the right form?

 It's the place where you stare at a wall of forms, yet don't have a clue what you need and what in the world's going on? It's the place where employees (who definitely don't want to be there) repeat the same line over and over again as to why they can't accept your paperwork, yet you can't make sense of the reasoning nomatter how hard you listen? It's the place where you... almost... lose... it; that place where reasoning and rationality are nonexistent, where you are pretty sure you've entered the twilight zone. Ever wonder why your driver's license picture looks like a mug shot? It was taken at the DMV, so why in the world would you be happy?  It's that place where your list of "Places I'd Rather Be Right Now" includes: jail, prison, skydiving without a parachute, broken down in the fast lane, taking a final, and dentist/doctor's office.

I've made two trips to the DMV in the past week, which borderlines cruel and unusual punishment, if you ask me. All I remember from the first visit was the guy telling me, "I'm only going to tell you this one more time," and then him saying that over again when I asked him to tell me again. The second trip brought some comic relief as I was assigned to window 69, and then found a Lamborghini parked two cars away from me. Immediately I imagined the owner sandwiched between moms with crying babies, trying to register his freshly "smogged" weekend toy. About 8 hours after my second DMV visit, I realized I didn't have my neatly organized pink folder, full of original paperwork from my visit. Perhaps, in a fuzzy moment of typical DMV confusion, I had left it on a counter right there at the DMV. Just my luck! The thought of having to go back to the DMV to retrieve some stupid paperwork was enough to almost drive me insane. Thankfully, I did not leave my paperwork there, and hopefully, I will not have another DMV encounter for a long, long time.