re: Adventures at the DMV

It's the great equalizer. You can avoid the dregs of society during most aspects of life, but all must commune together at the DMV eventually.

It can be good people watching. Watched a young man exit the Shrevport office cussing and screaming, with fat mama patiently trudging behind him carrying a big purse. Asked the security guy what that was about. The little dumbass got there after the cutoff time where they would not let him start the license exam process.

Then there was the teen princess I saw at Bossier that was rocking a new outfit and made up like she had been to glamour shots, excited as hell about the photo shoot. Her whole family came along, and all were very thrilled, as if little Misty were there to accept an Oscar or something.