I'm running out of time. My driver's license is coming due next week, and I have been putting off getting it renewed. Normally, such a task should be pretty benign, but my stomach churns just thinking about getting it done.
I have nothing to worry about. I can still see. I haven't had any driving issues. But why do I worry? Well, it's not the friendliest place to spend any iota of time. It could possibly be the charming atmosphere when one goes there. The cattle gates, the gloomy decor, the overly friendly personalities, and the lines of people are all reasons why I should flock there without care. One would think that it is the most popular place to be. I love extensive lines of people waiting, and the lovely service the clerks there provide. The hours are so convenient. After all, as a working person, the 9-4 Monday through Tuesday, the 11-11:15 on Wednesday, and the 2-2:02 on Thursdays and Fridays are, for me, the most convenient ever.
I sure hope I have the right forms too. Like the post office, I best better make sure that I arrive in the right frame of mind. Heaven forbid that I have the inappropriate document, let alone have it completed correctly (and we all know that guy at the post office.....yes.....the loud, scoldy one....). I might need therapy afterward. And that's just another day out of the office......
And the photos.....anyone who knows me, knows how I well I like my picture taken, and unless it's a Glamor Shot with a lot of airbrushing, I ain't happy. Anyone who also knows me knows how much I love declaring my weight as well. I hope they have a Xanax dispenser. I'll need it. I sigh as I post this, only for the fact that renewing this necessary evil is a requirement. After all, I must be mobile. I feel so resigned.
Perhaps I need to take a day off, as it might take me at least 3 hours to get this accomplished, and about 4 hours of drinking afterward (the latter being a better use of my time, and a far more attractive option).
Help!
A scary old elf indeed
13 years ago
1 comment:
Yeah...I was gonnna go to the post office today, but now I think I might join you for a drink instead. F*ck it. I don't feel like being yelled at by the loud, suspender-wearing scolder. First round's on me! Maybe we can drink so much they'll take your license away; then you won't have to deal with the DMV for a while. :)
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