Department of Mentally Vacant

Today I had the pleasure of going to get a new driver's license. I did as I was supposed to: I got a new camera card, changed my address, and had the medical restriction removed from my license (thank you lasik). I was told, just take this information to the DMV, and they would issue me a corrected card, no problem.

However, that is not the case.

I got there this morning with all of my required information in hand and was told that since I had the address change and the medical restriction change that I would have to take a number and wait in line (unless I wanted an incorrect license and to hold on to a change card for the next 4 years). They were on number 87 and I was number 17 (they start over at 99). I thought, "this is no big deal..they should be able to do this." WRONG!

After an hour, even though the number showed 97, they'd only waited on about 6 people (I think the others either gave up, spontaneously combusted, or were bored into a coma). I sat there and listened to Shaniqua bitch about having "places to be, yo!" Well, if she'd not "forgoteded her licenses" she'd not have been in that long-ass line.

I finally got fed up and went and got my license created as is, with bad information on it. Of course, by waiting in line, I was physically incapable of smiling. Maybe that's their trick, They are trying to make you look like you are going to look when the cop pulls you over doing 90 in a 55 at 2a.m..

Ya know, you would think they would try to be cognizant of the fact that this process is completely flawed. Then again, they are government workers. On that topic...Where the hell do they find these people that work in the government office? Is there a place that these slow, old, fat people with absolutely no desire to do anything with their lives congregate? Probably Wal-Mart.

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