DMV. Two days' worth. First day, ugly photo; second day, get shouted at by several clerks to I can pick up an instance of the official handicraft of the local prison population and a sticker for my windscreen.
Photo taker woman person creature didn't even give me a chance to make the sort of face I wanted. 40 minutes in line #3 (some non-citizens from a non-friend country ahead of me, to be fair to the clerks, so the one clerk that was working the one open window did a lot of conferring with her three buddies who were taking coffee breaks), to learn that I needed to stand in line #5. Picked up forms from line #5 so I could stand in line #4. Then line #4 again for the pic. By that time I had decided that I would make my best droop-jawed, closed-eyed stoner face, but the photo troll denied me even that pleasure by snapping as soon as I was in frame. "Next!" Picture ended up looking vaguely sleep-deprived or drunk (perfect for the next time I get pulled over for DUI!) rather than like the Last Known Photo that I'd intended. Opportunity wasted. Anyway, got my pitcher took, got the card, came early this morning to stand in line #1 and a quick jaunt to #2, and here I am. I for one can't wait for our national healthcare to start getting managed by these fine folks.
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