altoid
I donated for the custom title. Suck it.
- Joined
- Jan 1, 2010
- Messages
- 2,332
- Location
- Los Angeles, California
- Car(s)
- ‘14 Mazderp3, ‘22 Checkpoint SL 5
Dear DMV,
Fuck you.
When I wanted to take my motorcycle permit test I made an appointment. Then I actually managed to find time before said appointment and thus I canceled it when I finished the day before. We both knew I would have to return to turn in my Motorcycle Safety Foundation certificate so that you could provide me with an updated version of my driver's license?one which would list my motorcycle eligibility as well?and I expected you would treat me the same way.
Oh how I was wrong.
I had opted not to make an appointment because I thought you cared enough about me to waste no more than two hours of my time. I had hoped for a quick in and out, much like the last time. I even gave myself more of a time cushion, just in case you happened to be a bit moody today.
And you just took a fat shit all over that.
I went to the same location where we last met and you had closed for renovations. I admit I should have checked beforehand. This one is on me. But when I went to the next closest one you welcomed me with a loud slap across the face followed by a swift kick in the nuts. Ten minutes to park three blocks away, ten minutes to walk over to you, and then a wait time of well over three and a half hours. Was that really necessary? Did I really deserve that?
I am sorry, DMV, if I somehow offended you. I am sorry if my assumption that our relationship would not change quite so quickly was insulting. I am sorry that I trusted you, you ugly, bloated cunt.
So fuck you, DMV. Fuck you with something hard and sandpapery.
Love always,
altoid
P.S.: I will see your dirty mug on Friday morning, bright and early. This time I will bring extra spare time, so ha!
Fuck you.
When I wanted to take my motorcycle permit test I made an appointment. Then I actually managed to find time before said appointment and thus I canceled it when I finished the day before. We both knew I would have to return to turn in my Motorcycle Safety Foundation certificate so that you could provide me with an updated version of my driver's license?one which would list my motorcycle eligibility as well?and I expected you would treat me the same way.
Oh how I was wrong.
I had opted not to make an appointment because I thought you cared enough about me to waste no more than two hours of my time. I had hoped for a quick in and out, much like the last time. I even gave myself more of a time cushion, just in case you happened to be a bit moody today.
And you just took a fat shit all over that.
I went to the same location where we last met and you had closed for renovations. I admit I should have checked beforehand. This one is on me. But when I went to the next closest one you welcomed me with a loud slap across the face followed by a swift kick in the nuts. Ten minutes to park three blocks away, ten minutes to walk over to you, and then a wait time of well over three and a half hours. Was that really necessary? Did I really deserve that?
I am sorry, DMV, if I somehow offended you. I am sorry if my assumption that our relationship would not change quite so quickly was insulting. I am sorry that I trusted you, you ugly, bloated cunt.
So fuck you, DMV. Fuck you with something hard and sandpapery.
Love always,
altoid
P.S.: I will see your dirty mug on Friday morning, bright and early. This time I will bring extra spare time, so ha!