DMV and the Hell on Earth
Travis hated the DMV!
He hated the bureaucracy and the soulless drones that worked there. As he walked to the counter to go about his business, he noticed the middle aged man on the other side looking smug. The man looked like the type of person Travis expected to be at the DMV and he could feel the man’s arrogance and sense of moral superiority oozing out of him.
Travis was so ready to get this done and get out of the DMV. Travis heard the man speak.
Excuse me, sir
It took Travis a second to snap back to reality, the sooner he got out of here the better. Travis looked at the man and said in a passionless voice,
I need a copy of your driver’s license, registration card, and proof of insurance sir.
Only eight more hours left in hell today, Travis thought!
