This is a dark place. Depressing. It makes the slums of Gotham City seem like a carnival. But the thought of a carnival. You know, cotton candy, ferris wheel, fun.
Not here. Instead of cotton candy there is a 25 cent candy despenser containing stale Hot Tamales. The ferris wheel replaced with a repetative robotic voice calling out the next number to be served. And the fun. Well, the concept of fun was an idea the residents of this dismal building tossed around but ultimatly wound up at the bottom of the trash, only to get burried under all the happiness in the world.
My fellow visitors came in varied shapes and ethnicities.
The man to my right: A middle-eastern man dressed in slacks and some metallic blue button down, desperatly trying to prove he is pro-America.
Across from me sits an elderly couple. While both graying from head to toe, the man is easily 10 years older. She nearly shouts directly into his very visable hearing-aid.
A few chairs down is Lil' Jon. Complete with dreads, shinny gum-wrappers attatched to teeth, and oversized basketball shoes.
One by one, each drone is beckoned and replaced by another.
The DMV is a dark place.
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hahahaaha!! example #23721 of how gov. operated things are terrible. less is more!!!
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