I had to go to the DMV today to get a license. I lost mine.

While waiting at the DMV things happend.

One thing that happend is worthy of repeating.

A man and women entered the DMV. The man looked kinda like Chris Rock in Terminator glasses. He was in a motorized wheel chair. The women was skinny, twitchy, bug-eyed and looked like no famous person that I am aware of. Although an argument could be made for resemblence to a scare crow.

The women walks up to the little machine that spits out your numbered ticket. She then broadcasts, very loudly, "How you use this thing?"

So, far this probably sounds like a typical trip to the DMV, and it was.

Until...the occupant of the wheel chair jumps up and goes in for a close look at the ticket producing machine.

I like decison makers, people who can make up thier mind. So imagine I would like this guy, as it took him one half of one second to decide that he too could not operate the ticket producing machine.

He then turned to the room in general and made the international sign for "What the fuck?" Which is slapping the oustide of your thighs and then raising your hands and shrugging.

They were quickly assisted by a Paul Allen looking guy. The WTF guy got back in his wheel chair and deftly manuevered through the rows of chairs; being sure to say "Excuse me," when he barely brushed against an unoccupied seat.