February 9, 2004

finally, a beer for the fatherland

“there’s only so much you can do for a person who thinks Auschwitz is a brand of beer.”
– David Sedaris, from Naked

I was in line to enter what any passing tourist would assume are sacred doors at the DMV this morning and though I attempted to suppress it, I was actually laughing out loud in line at 7:45am. Now, they say misery loves company, but what’s left unsaid is it really hates people enjoying themselves in it’s presence. In the words of Piebald, “If looks could kill, I would’ve never had a chance.”

I’d forgotten how well earned the DMV’s reputation is. Arriving a full thirty minutes before the doors open at 8:00am, the line already wrapped half way around the building. It was 8:38am when I hit the information desk and was given a number, 9:55am when my number was called, and 10:07am when I started my car in the parking lot. I started my book on page 128 that morning and left on page 234. At that point I was almost annoyed they couldn’t let me finish my book before calling my number.

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  1. DMV by my house in Torrance isn’t that bad. If you go there at 7:45, there’s a line with about 20 people.

    Comment by eugene — February 10, 2004 @ 11:27 pm

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