Hello there. Today I am heading to the DMV, or Department of Motor Vehicles, to get my driver’s license and car registration. You may remember that I passed my driving test from S.P. Driving School some time ago.
Ah, here we are, the DMV. I wonder if someone is working here today. I don’t see anyone here yet.
After some time, someone showed up. It was…
Ooogie.
“Helloooooo Ajdiiiiiin,” he said.
“Hi Ooogie,” I replied. “I didn’t know you work at the DMV. Can you help me with my license and car registration?”
“Yesssss. Buuuut pleeeeasseeee taaaaake a nuuuumbeeer.” He handed me a ticket. I was number 26.
“What number is being called now?” I asked.
Ooogie pointed to the sign on the front of the counter.
“Threeeeeee. Doeeeeesss anyyyyoneeeee haaaave nuuuumbeeer threee? Anyyyyyoneeee? Anyyyoneeee?”
I guess I will be at the DMV for a while today.
