yes, i'm having breakfast at 1 pm. sue me, i worked last night. in fact, i've been behind the bar four nights a week for the past two weeks, with one more week to go before i go to spain...
so what is my breakfast today? cookies. i need to go shopping... but you can't shop hungry! so cookies it is.
lesson learned -- never call the DMV before breakfast. those people are evil. still working on getting my letter from california... and the woman this morning was about the least helpful person ever. this after a surprising string of helpful and candid advice. i think i got spoiled.
DMV Demon: Sir, you have to know the name of the person you spoke to. We don't rush items to anyone.
Me: I've spoken to three different people, I'm sorry I don't know their names.
DMV Demon: Yeah, it's a problem. You have to remember who you talked to. We have Greg, Bob, Alan...
Me: Can you just look up my driver record?
DMV Demon: Why did my computer just crash? Hold on.
This is why I don't drive.
ReplyDeleteOn a side note, that taxi thing you sent about the NYers who gave the driver $3000? Did you notice that "a friend drove" their goods in a truck behind them.
Um... could that "friend" just have drove them?
We're talking two retired Americans relocating to Sedona. There's no way all their stuff, plus her muu-muu, plus his white patent leather shoes and hiked belted polyester pants could possibly fit in the same van.
ReplyDeleteYeah, so you rent a bigger truck, throw the cats in and have the couple fly there.
ReplyDelete$10 says both cats die there within a week.
It's the romance and the story of the thing. They're leaving a lifetime in New York and they wanted one last taxi ride.
ReplyDeleteGrow a cinematic heart, Tempy.
Tempy feels no emotion.
ReplyDeleteTempy runs on gossip and candy and that is all.
tempy, don't forget booze. my favorite renewable energy source!
ReplyDeleteBartron runs on booze. Tempy runs on whiteout.
ReplyDeleteTempy sniffs whiteout, runs on candy and lives for booze.
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