At the DMV:
I sit waiting at the DMV surrounded by lowlifes. The music’s been turned up to deafening. Yesterday, I wrote about the perps laughing at us, and that’s what they’re doing. Laughing like hyenas. And, of course, they have their phones aimed at me so they can hit me with electricity. I can’t wait anywhere without the idiots taking out their phones. I guess it makes them feel powerful that they can use their phones to hurt me.
The DMV sounds worse than the library.
A guard passes by me non-stop, imitating things I do in the privacy of my apartment.
The seats have been taken over by women who have 6-7 kids with them. There’s not enough seats for everyone Why don’t these women have someone babysit theirs kids? Plus the kids are running around acting like little lunatics.
It seems everyone has to pass by the aisle I’m sitting in. I guess there’s no other aisle.
God, give me patience to keep my mouth shut. My number is G369. They’re only at number G102.
As I said, God give me patience.
Hope to make it out of this place without telling someone off.
It’s days like this that make me want to slap one of the stupid idiots.
Oh, the guard passed by again.
A real annoying woman sits next to me. I get up and move around.
The guard yells that everyone should find a seat. All the people milling around and not sitting, but only when I get up does he tell everyone they have to find a seat.
But it turned out to be a good move for me. I walked around and found a kiosk. A kiosk that no one is using. I go right to it. I begin to use the kiosk.
I’ll give you a second to guess what happens…
Well, of course, all my groupies get in line to use the kiosk. They saw me using it, they have to use it. There are about 10 of them in line now.
I’m so good at attracting business.
Finish with the kiosk and hurry away from the awful place and the idiots!
It was a good day. I made it out of the DMV without slapping anyone, or telling someone off.
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