Questions?

[HairOfTheDog]

I will give you an alternative future. Just ask. The doctor is in.

That gif is perfect for your head-shrinking service invitation, Dr. M.

I had a 1:10pm appointment today. At 2:30pm, my number was finally called by one of the many completely clueless staff members working the Saturday shift at the Daly City DMV.

I had an appointment, damn it -- like a reservation -- I was late for a lunch date and very irritated by the time I made it to Window 9 and finally came face-to-face with the world's slowest (in all ways) clerk, who was chit-chatting away with the winner working Window 10, while trying to help me and chew gum at the same time.

If I'd have had a squirt gun in my bag, I'd have shot them both right in the ass, repeatedly. I was fantasizing about it.

Does that make me a crotchety old hag and, if so, is there any remedy?

Thank you.