This is a thriller with an exciting twist at the end.
Once upon a time a little girl from Minnesota moved out to Utah. A few years went by, and the girl got close to her 21st birthday. Her UNDER 21 Driver's License expired. She needed to get a new one.
So she went to the DMV in Utah, to get a new grown-up-person-type license.
She had to bring three proofs of identity.
She had to bring official mail, like her taxes and housing contract to prove where she lived.
She had to bring her old driver's license, to prove she knew what cars were, and how to use them.
THEN she had to wait for two hours next to stinky (and really whiney) teenagers, and women with bad perms and overweight grandpa type-men.
Finally her number was called! A-081
She practically danced to the front of the room. A mean pregnant woman glared at her.
Mean & Pregnant: *stares at the girl for a looong time* What do you want?
Nice & Cute: I need to get a Utah driver's license, but I am from Minnesota.
Mean & Pregnant: Give me all your papers. Mail. License. Passport. Social Security card.
Nice & Cute: Happily!
Then the mean pregnant lady said a ton of mean things about the last person she helped to the woman next to her while she looked over the girl's papers.
Finally she said "You have to take a 25 question test. Here's the book."
"Why?" asked the girl. "I already have a license."
The mean pregnant lady tried to kill the girl with her evil eyes.
"You're from out of state," said the lady. "I'll give you a ticket, you can come back Monday and take it."
But the girl had been there TOO long.
Nice: Can't I take it now?
Mean: We close in fifteen minutes. It's a computer test. It shuts off automatically at 6 and if you're not done you fail.
Nice: But if I am done then I'm done. I don't have to come back on Monday.
Mean: You won't finish. You only have 15 minutes. Come back on Monday.
Nice: Do I get more than one try?
Mean: Yes.
Nice: Then I might as well try now, and if it cuts me off then I'll come back on Monday.
Once again, the mean, pregnant lady tried to kill the nice girl with her eyes, but the girl survived.
She went and took the test.
BAM! Don't park within 50 feet of a railroad!
BAM! An octagon means STOP!
BAM! HOV does NOT mean you can be a crazy driver!
The girl passed the test with five minutes to spare!
She was a champion!
Now here's the twist: That girl was ME!
And here's a surprise: I didn't just get my license renewed...
I also got my name officially changed! (finally)
Say goodbye to Becky Froelich!
Becky Pitcher is here to stay!
Huzzah!
4 comments:
If Obama gets his way you can talk to that mean girl about your health care coverage right at the DMV, I hate the DMV!! I'm glad you don't have to go back, I was sure you were going to say that you had to bring back different papers, nothing is ever good enough!
congratulations.
BAM! I like that.
yea!!! that means I can throw away that postcard from the MN DMV - way to go Becksterama!!
Hurry for assertiveness. It takes a certain type to be a DMV bureaucrat. I don't know if they are born that way or if the taupe walls, cheap paneling, and flat florescent lighting slowly suck the humanity out of them.
PS. If your a DMV worker, please don't comment about how you're really nice and I shouldn't paint with such a broad brush. I don't believe you.
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