Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Adventures at the DMV with Dad. (:

Today.. hmm what did I do today? I threw up 2's to Bucksport High and went home; that's what I did! haha if only. I went to the DMV to get a state id for me CNA exam tomorrow just to find out I wont be getting my id until 2-4 weeks.... awesome. Anyway, I get to the DMV and pull one of the tickets telling what number we were and dad follows me to a chair. I sit down and dad asks "what number are we?" and I said "133" and he looked up and noticed they were only on number 78 and yells "YEAH BECAUSE I WANTED TO BE HERE UNTIL 8 AT NIGHT. DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING EAT LUNCH" and one of the tellers informs him that there is a subway a few stores down... He wasn't happy with that and changed chairs. (Not sure what that did). Then somebody else walks in and she is a larger woman. Dad then says to me in his tone of voice that he thinks is whispering but actually isn't; "Here we go. Another heffer that will cut us in line so she's not late for her next meal. Like she even NEEDS it"  I didn't think it could get much worse than this. We're sitting there watching this ongoing slide show about how you have to have your seatbelt on, but dad never does so we were bickering about whether a police officer can pull you over just for not wearing a seatbelt or not. I told him they can, he said no. Then a slide about it came over the tv and he screams "YOU'RE SUCH A DIVA" and leaves the DMV.... He literally stood up and left. After I finally went and found him in the pet store, It's about our turn.... an hour and a half later than we showed up, mind you. We get to the desk and dad says "What the hell took so long?!" and the woman says "Well we had a few confusions with some people and overall it's been very busy..." and dad replies with "It's a bird, It's a plane, Oh wait... it's that flying fuck I will never give."

I can't take him anywhere....

1 comment:

  1. HAHAHAHA, he's clearly the man! Sounds like my dad. I can't take him anywhere either. If it doesn't relate to huntingm fishing, or camo, I'm shit out of luck and he will act like a 5-year-old until he gets his way! I'll never forget the time he had to take me to get my braces tightened... The receptionist recommended my mom should bring me from then on.

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