Entertaining myself at the DMV

Everyone knows going to the DMV is the worst experience ever. Except for the one in Tallahassee that has a wait time of less than 5 minutes...

Needless to say, I am at the DMV right now. I chose the one in the disgusting Mall of the Americas. The reason I choose this one was because I hoped people wouldn't want to go to a mall for their driver's license and because malls have food courts. I think I also assumed since I've never been to this mall, no one else has either and it would be nearly empty.

I got here a little before noon already starving. So 2.5 hours later I am no closer to getting my license renewed- but I had some nice Burboun chicken from the food court.

Waiting at the DMV is like waiting in an airport for a delayed flight to board- except on airplanes you end your day where you want to be. At the DMV you end up getting something you had already with a minor update on it. Everybody is pissed and looking around at each other wondering what everyone else's number is (like you do in airports wondering who will be sitting around you). Occasionally you overhear "Whats your number?" conversations. All I want to say is "what difference does it make?". What does it mean to you if I'm 322 and you are 348 or 303 and they are currently calling 289 up to the desk. It's not like they gave us numbers based on our life's achievements. It doesn't make me better than you that my number is closer to being called than yours, I'm better than you because I don't ask that question.

There is also the inevitable who would you do mind game. People are looking around, myself included, checking the group as a whole then narrowing down the prospects of- if they had to, they would have sex with these people. I personally would do 1 person here, the guy next to me. I suspect he does not feel the same.

On that note, I'll leave you with a quote. My friend, and the world's greatest Frenchie, Mattieu says: I don't have a dirty mind I have a sexy imagination