Today I go to change my driver's license to Tennessee from my old Texas license and you go to this archaic typical driver's license place at 9:00 a.m. ...Yes I know it opens at 8:30, and that means get their by 8:00 or sooner and stand by the door or something, but I'm a little late... I get there and I get ticket A74,...no problem I think till they call out A23 then A22, then A24...WTF is this one step forward, one step back??? After 41 minutes, I think perhaps 6 people get called...I hate to be idle,...I can't stand it. In fact my Dad use to get a whooping with a peachtree switch by his Mom for "idleing"...I don't know maybe it's in my genes, but I start to sweat and look around suspiciously at everyone with a berwildered look in my eye...I glance at the lady beside me reading a stupid novel, and I wish I had my gun book with me to look at...Suddenly I have to get out of there! So I go to Sonic and eat "brunch" at about 10:00 a.m. I go back and they are in the low 30's... ....I swear these people are moving slower than molasses...Even the post office people move lines faster!!! I then remember there is this Bass Pro Shops "Outdoor World" on I-40 near Opryland...Wow the place is cool! I am walking around in there salivating and bumping into people...I look at amazement at the life-sized stuff Elks, deer and squirrel...It is the first time I walked into this grand place...To show you it's a sight, I saw one lady with a freaking video-camera panning the place! I buy 3 packs of .223 boxes on sale for $2.88 each, look at some stuff, then I remember to get back...I drive there...(it's about 11:30 ish) and what do you know? #A78!!! ...I guess I just missed it but how could they have such a dramatic increase in call-up velocity??? I was pissed...I wanted to confront the worker, but my instincts told me to back off, take shower, come back later...A wasted morning? ...hmmm perhaps not...but no way could I stay and sit like I maybe should have...Thu. is my next day off...I'll be back...and bring a gun magazine next time...and next time, no shopping... ...
I've been to hell. I spell it...I spell it DMV Anyone that's been there knows precisely what I mean Stood there and I've waited and choked back the urge to scream And if I had my druthers I'd screw a chimpanzee-call it pointless When I need relief I spell it THC Perhaps you may know vaguely what I mean I sit back and smoke away huge chunks of memory As I slowly inflict upon myself a full lobotomy-call it pointless Barbecues, tea kettles, gobs of axle grease There comes a time for every man to sail the seas of cheese Now, life's a bowl of bagel dogs, but there are unpleasantries Cold toilet seats, dentist chairs and trips to DMV-call it pointless
id2k - help a brotha out. I used to have that album, I can still picture the cover art in my head, but can't for the life of me remember the band. [edit] finally came to me...Primus.
