Dear Department of Motor Vehicles

I was wondering why you bothered building a new building with 12 windows if you're only going to open 4. Is it because you get lonely and want to keep your seats filled? Maybe it's because you get paid regardless of how slow you work? Or could it possibly be because you hate your job so much and misery loves company? In any case, you successfully make me cringe at the very thought of having to come register my vehicles. Let me tell you, I do have more important things to do. Being here since 8:30 with a rambunctious 4 year old is not my kind of fun. Especially since you don't seem to be getting any closer to my number. In fact, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're moving backwards in your number calling just to spite me.

If you could please, for the love of insurance claim’s adjustments and sore tooshies,  call my number before I have to turn my threat of a bathroom visit for a "talk" about bad behavior into reality, CALL MY NUMBER!!!

Sincerely,

Rambling Roxy