Last week, my mother, brother, dog, and I took a short family trip to the DMV in sunny El Cajon. When my father was alive, we owned many cars. The most we had at any one time was I think 5 or 6. Therefore the DMV became like a second home for me. I didn't mind going, I would bring a book to read or my dog and the hours would just fly by. Actually they flowed like molasses on a cold day. My most notable trip occurred when Lola took a mad poopy right in the middle of the DMV. I was standing in line waiting for my ticket stub when a gentleman lightly tapped me on the shoulder.
"Your dog just went to the bathroom." he informed me. Confused I looked down at Lola. She was at my feet looking innocently back into my eyes. and next to her was a dookie. Mortified I looked around for something to pick it up with. I grabbed a DMV pamphlet, I don't remember for what it was but it had Arnold Schwarzenegger's face plastered on it. I hurriedly scooped up the
poopy with said pamphlet and then went to go sat down in the waiting area.
Thankfully on this family trip to the DMV nothing of that sort happened. Still, to remain
the safe side I stayed primarily outside where the kids waiting for their driving test to begin
stay. My brother took is driving test and passed with flying colors!
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