February 12, 2015
Wednesday I went to the Texas DMV.
[Actually in Texas it is called “Public Safety.” Interesting.]
I think the woman at the Texas DMV was a little worried about me.
She explained what buttons to push on the machine I could not outsmart.
She pointed out the forms I needed, which were directly behind me that I had walked past, lost, three times.
She came and corralled me out of the autistic area [I did not know DMV’s had autistic areas] even though by that point she probably thought I totally belonged there.
AND got me a clipboard since it hadn’t occurred to me I’d need one what with the autistic area having nice little tables and all.
[It was a Men In Black moment! Quit it!]
Thank you, Nice Texas DMV Lady. You are the only reason I am a licensed Texas driver today.
[Texans may not thank you for this later.]