Oh how I miss the Virginia DMV

I spent over two hours of my life today sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair that was tethered to the chair of a grumpy old racist man also known as #254. Oddly enough, I endured this painful experience patiently and quietly and all for the sake of obtaining that last piece in making Seattle my home... a Washington State Drivers License.

So, two long hours out of my life and I leave empty handed with the hopes that I will be able to make it back there later this week.

The Washington State Department of Licensing is a disaster - they could really learn something from the Virginia DMV.

And I can't help but think of Day By Day every time I talk about the DMV.