DMV
I spent the past two mornings, having the life sucked from my body. You guessed it, waiting in line at the DMV. While good people watching was had, the overwhelming smell accompanied by the deafening hum of fluorescent lights was enough to drive me mad.
The first day ended in failure, wasn't even close. After the second day, my goal of registering a scooter (which turns out the state of NY classifies as a moped) and my wifes car was a success. Thru idle chit chat, I have learned the the process to get a gun is far easier the any task at the DMV. Something that in time may be useful to know.
Now with a pounding head ache, and a deflated sense of satisfactions, I can resume the rat race.
The first day ended in failure, wasn't even close. After the second day, my goal of registering a scooter (which turns out the state of NY classifies as a moped) and my wifes car was a success. Thru idle chit chat, I have learned the the process to get a gun is far easier the any task at the DMV. Something that in time may be useful to know.
Now with a pounding head ache, and a deflated sense of satisfactions, I can resume the rat race.