Adventures in Licensing
Our Local DMV Sucks A-S-S
Explaining the Hell That is the Department of Motor Vehicles
I woke up this morning uncharacteristically early. Well, early for a full-time writer who stays up past midnight routinely. I often am not awake before my Bride leaves for work. Sadly, this morning was different.
I say sadly because of the events that unfolded this morning. Because we live in a desert surrounded by foothills, we get uncharacteristically bullshit hot summers. We just had a stretch of 10 days straight over 100 degrees. It got up to 108.
The band Garbage had it right: I’m only happy when it rains.
But hey, we don’t have a global warming crisis, right? My little dog Libby would disagree. She notices a lack of car rides and buh-bye outings during the summer months. It makes her an even moodier little prick than her chihuahua DNA normally predisposes her to.
I decided it would be nice to take her on a quick 2-mile car ride to Winco. I needed a few things from the grocery store and with the temperatures being in the lower 60s, I could safely bring her with me. She just about shit a chicken when I said those magic words.
“You wanna go BUH-BYE?”
