Dear DMV,

It is important to me that you know how much I hate you. From the depths of my core, do I despise you. I have been avoiding you for as long as I can, but today, it appears, is our date with destiny. And I want you to know that I have done my research on you. I have pored over your tediously boring website in hopes of knowing exactly what I need to bring with me. And all this has done is make me hate you more. You require so much of me, and yet I ask so little in return: Just one little card with my picture and information on it. All you do is take take take and tell me to wait wait wait and then, finally, with a gruff nod and a few impersonable words, you acknowledge my presence.

Why do you have to be so difficult?

Austin