So I finally cleared my busy unemployment schedule to dedicate what I assumed would be a long & frustrating afternoon at the DMV. I've heard that people who commit suicide are reincarnated as hateful DMV employees. It rings true, for the most part, at least in Massachusetts. Here, everyone at the DMV was surprisingly pleasant, cracking jokes, smiling. Chipper as hell really. Maybe it's just a ruffle in their magic Mormon underwear? Maybe it's because their office is located on the state fair grounds?
Anyways, I had to take a 25 question, open book, multiple choice driving test to get my license. Rhys did it a few months before me and came home bragging he got 100% right. So, I'll be damned if I get one wrong. I wound up spending an hour answering the stupid quiz - 100% right, first A++ they had that day! BOOYAH!
I was then awarded my giant, notebook size, temporary paper license. Extremely ridiculous. You'd think if they ultimately fit all that same information onto a license-sized card, that they could do the same for the temporary license rather than force you to fold this thing 8 times before it's wallet sized and then cram the now half inch thick wad of paper into your wallet.
Anyways, I look like a battle-axe in ruffles. I'm not sure if it's better than my very butch MA ID photo that is now full of holes to tell the world I'm officially not a New Englander anymore! =(
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| Also, I totally lied about my weight. |
