Secretary of State fiasco
I had to go in for a driver's re-examination today.
Immediately when I step into her office I notice that there is a picture frame in the garbage can. The woman doing my interview deal did not make eye contact with me once, and was looking all around the room the entire time.
Anyway she starts asking me about my speeding tickets and if I was aware of my speed at the time. When I tell her I was she starts flipping the hell out.
"You willfully disobeyed the speed limit! What is your problem you are an angry driver. I'm, going to suspend your license. go wait outside while I decide what to do about your restrictions."
"Wait wha.."
"I don't need any comments from you, this is government position and I deserve respect."
I sit outside and wonder what the fuck is this ladies problem. I mean for sure, anyone who has been in the car with me more than a few times knows that I am indeed an angry driver, but she had no way of knowing this. I mean my ticket was for five over. I didn't say anything besides hi how's it going. Fuck.
While I'm pondering what kind of bug crawled up this ladies ass, I have to deal with two little kids running around like mad men. Probably about 6 years old these kids are yelling screaming falling down and crying. Then the most One runs right in front of me and the other one runs up and punches him in the face. The kid goes down and starts crying.
"Shut up bitch!" screams the little kid at his crying brother. "You made me do this to you!"
The little kid just starts crying harder and harder.
I couldn't believe it. I didn't know whether to laugh or go call social services.
The lady doing my interview calls me into her office again just as the kid starts screaming "This is your fault heifer" to his still crying brother. Strangely enough, no even seemed to notice the kids.
She starts telling me about the new restrictions placed on my license and I just sit there and look at her, leaning back in my chair.
"Why don't you sit up and look this." she says as bitchily as possible.
As she slides the paper over to me I notice the indentation on her ring finger. I look down at the picture frame, and back at her hand. I laugh a little. No wonder shes in a shitty mood.
"This is no laughing matter, if you don't straiten up you act your gonna be back here in a few months and we'll have to do this all over again."
"Strange," I say sitting up now, "they said the same thing to me when I was in rehab."
"Oh great, you're some kinda drug addict. no wonder you so angry. Pathetic"
I haven't even raised my voice or cursed once since of been here, but now I'm fully enraged and since I am an asshole, I couldn't resist making her feel as bad as possible. This was not a good move on my part, but don't worry friends, it turns out alright for me in the end.
"Jesus, it's no fuckin' wonder you're husband left you."
A tear actually swells up in her eye for a moment, but soon enough this turns to full blown rage.
"You get the hell out of my office!"
"Look don't take out your divorce on me, you got no one to blame but yourself."
"You son of a..."
"No I've had enough with you, wheres your boss, why the fuck are you here? Seriously, take some time off and get your shit together, because you're causing me problems I don't need."
The guy in the office next door to us comes in and asks whats wrong. It's then this queen bitch starts crying. You gotta be kidding me. The guy just looks at her and looks at me.
"Oh theres no problem here." I say with a smile "Shes just having a hard day."
"You son of a..."
"Woah take it easy." says the guy, cutting her off. He walks over and puts his ahand on her shoulder then looks at me. "Did she already give you you're restrictions."
"Yes sir, and I was hoping I could leave now."
"Yeah you better."
I walk out of the office and the kids are still fighting, but now the one that was crying before has stood up for himself and given the other a bloody nose. People are starting to stare in horror.
I honestly cannot believe any of this actually happened. Especially at 9 am. I mean seriously what the fuck.
Immediately when I step into her office I notice that there is a picture frame in the garbage can. The woman doing my interview deal did not make eye contact with me once, and was looking all around the room the entire time.
Anyway she starts asking me about my speeding tickets and if I was aware of my speed at the time. When I tell her I was she starts flipping the hell out.
"You willfully disobeyed the speed limit! What is your problem you are an angry driver. I'm, going to suspend your license. go wait outside while I decide what to do about your restrictions."
"Wait wha.."
"I don't need any comments from you, this is government position and I deserve respect."
I sit outside and wonder what the fuck is this ladies problem. I mean for sure, anyone who has been in the car with me more than a few times knows that I am indeed an angry driver, but she had no way of knowing this. I mean my ticket was for five over. I didn't say anything besides hi how's it going. Fuck.
While I'm pondering what kind of bug crawled up this ladies ass, I have to deal with two little kids running around like mad men. Probably about 6 years old these kids are yelling screaming falling down and crying. Then the most One runs right in front of me and the other one runs up and punches him in the face. The kid goes down and starts crying.
"Shut up bitch!" screams the little kid at his crying brother. "You made me do this to you!"
The little kid just starts crying harder and harder.
I couldn't believe it. I didn't know whether to laugh or go call social services.
The lady doing my interview calls me into her office again just as the kid starts screaming "This is your fault heifer" to his still crying brother. Strangely enough, no even seemed to notice the kids.
She starts telling me about the new restrictions placed on my license and I just sit there and look at her, leaning back in my chair.
"Why don't you sit up and look this." she says as bitchily as possible.
As she slides the paper over to me I notice the indentation on her ring finger. I look down at the picture frame, and back at her hand. I laugh a little. No wonder shes in a shitty mood.
"This is no laughing matter, if you don't straiten up you act your gonna be back here in a few months and we'll have to do this all over again."
"Strange," I say sitting up now, "they said the same thing to me when I was in rehab."
"Oh great, you're some kinda drug addict. no wonder you so angry. Pathetic"
I haven't even raised my voice or cursed once since of been here, but now I'm fully enraged and since I am an asshole, I couldn't resist making her feel as bad as possible. This was not a good move on my part, but don't worry friends, it turns out alright for me in the end.
"Jesus, it's no fuckin' wonder you're husband left you."
A tear actually swells up in her eye for a moment, but soon enough this turns to full blown rage.
"You get the hell out of my office!"
"Look don't take out your divorce on me, you got no one to blame but yourself."
"You son of a..."
"No I've had enough with you, wheres your boss, why the fuck are you here? Seriously, take some time off and get your shit together, because you're causing me problems I don't need."
The guy in the office next door to us comes in and asks whats wrong. It's then this queen bitch starts crying. You gotta be kidding me. The guy just looks at her and looks at me.
"Oh theres no problem here." I say with a smile "Shes just having a hard day."
"You son of a..."
"Woah take it easy." says the guy, cutting her off. He walks over and puts his ahand on her shoulder then looks at me. "Did she already give you you're restrictions."
"Yes sir, and I was hoping I could leave now."
"Yeah you better."
I walk out of the office and the kids are still fighting, but now the one that was crying before has stood up for himself and given the other a bloody nose. People are starting to stare in horror.
I honestly cannot believe any of this actually happened. Especially at 9 am. I mean seriously what the fuck.