Standing In Line At The DMV

This is the fourth line I’ve been in, and this one seems the worst.

I’ve been to this office already, but was turned away when I realized my last name was spelled wrong on my new state ID. Get that? It’s the main ID to verify who I am, and they had several pieces of verification with the correct spelling, including my then-current WA state ID, and they got it wrong.

Fortunately, when I went back to fix it, there was a little girl about Wee One’s age in line with me and I spent the hour and a half playing with her. I can’t imagine having a toddler in that line.

I wish the girl was here now, purely for selfish reasons. Instead, the lady behind me keeps giving annoyed heavy sighs that blows my hair off my neck. She’s making me anxious. Anxious people make me anxious.

I also, to be honest, (TMI warning) have a little bit of gas that I’m waiting to release until I leave this crowded room. Maybe I should blow it on the lady blowing on me?

Probably won’t make things better, though.