i’ve been trying to remember which comedian said that one of the few things americans can collectively agree on is our hatred for the DMV. It wasn’t until i got here that it was not a comedian but Joseph O’Neill.
My number is A053. I’ve been here an hour, and am 5 numbers away from being serviced.
I go out of my way to be pleasant to city employees at places like this. I just want to make their job easier. I come prepared and smile. I pay promptly and I leave promptly. People didn’t treat me that way at my old job.
I’ve only worked 2 hours at my new job, but my students seem to be excited to be in a college classroom. I don’t know how excited they were to have a paper due on the second day, though. I shouldn’t talk about them.
I should have talked about our reading last weekend, but I’ll do that somewhere else. R.T. and Our Hero were here for three nights. It was a serene, joyful time. R.T. read Justin Taylor’s book one morning. He said he feels alive and that means that I too feel alive.
I just read this Blake Butler post and this Gary Lutz story at the DMV. I would not wish to had read these things anywhere else, while I’m surrounded by people I never want to know and never want to see again.
L and I moved from SS to DC two weeks ago. We are alone in an ancient appartment with a puppy and the occasional spider. I couldn’t be happier.
It is now my turn to get a parking permit.
