|A photo for your eyeballs enjoyment...|
There are times when I wish I was ballsy and I could snap photos of the people and things that I see that are wacky. But that takes guts--guts that I don't have.
I took Em to the DMV the other day to get her driver's license. Okay, so it probably wasn't the best idea to go the day after a holiday weekend, the place was loaded with interesting characters--not including us. And as the guy waved us over to the waiting area packed with folks, I knew we were going to have plenty of fun people watching.
Oh, there was the woman with a skirt and top too large for her frame, topped off by a long brown wig akin to the one that E.T. the Extraterrestrial wore playing dress-up in that movie. Another dame had tight pants on, sides all slit up the side so that it looked like she had just wiped out on the motorcycle she drove in on. They left very little to the imagination.
And I'm still wondering about the amount of people there who had difficulty walking. I have never seen so many walkers, canes, limps, and hobbles as I did in that room. I was hoping they were all there for state I.D.'s because it would have been really scary if they were all gonna drive somewhere with those bum limbs.
My personal favorite was the old couple sitting next to us as we waited for the driving test. The employee called the woman up and told her to pull her car around for the test--but she just stood there next to him. When he called the name of the old guy with her, she was waving her arm to him, motioning that it was his turn to drive as well.
The employee turned to her and asked what she was doing, she replied that the man could not hear him, so she was telling him that his name was being called. Yeah, strike one. If you can't hear the man call your name, maybe you shouldn't be driving--you know, in case there is a horn honking or perhaps a siren coming.....
So, the old dude walks all wobbly-like with his cane over to the employee and asks what he is supposed to do. Strike two. The dude can barely walk AND he can't hear up close either. I'd be flunking the geezer at this point--and I think I said "FLUNK!" a little too loudly because the girl next to me started cracking up.
Aw, gees this was one very scary place. I watched as people hobbled in and out, leaned up against one grease-stained backdrop for their driver's license photos, and grimaced their best gangster grin for the camera. I actually told Em not to lean back when she got her photo taken, for that grease stain was a wee bit disconcerting.
After a few hours of waiting, Em got her license, the motorcycle dame with the holes in her pants sped off, fabric flapping in the breeze, and ET passed her eye exam.
The old guy? He took his driving test and returned with the examiner to the desk. Apparently he must have run over some people or something because they flunked him---thank god.