Wednesday, September 26, 2007
I bought the car. Went to the DMV, that great equalizer, to stand in line. Getting an appointment online wasn’t that practical, so I prepared myself with a book to wait for hours. But it wasn’t that bad. Working at the DMV must be a pretty interesting job, dealing with everyone from 16-year-olds getting their first license to 90-year-olds who shouldn’t be driving anymore. All employees speak Spanish, of course.
I really love my new, old car. It’s an adult car, faster than what I’ve had before. I was washing it yesterday and two people walked by to tell me it was already clean…Thanks, G.