Oh, Oregon DMV. You got me good. The first trip to visit you for a driver's license and vehicle registration, I'll admit, I messed up. I definitely could've done a bit more research to see what you'd need from me. But the blame definitely started shifting to you on the second trip, when you wouldn't accept either pieces of my mail because one wasn't dated, and the other had a sticker for an address. You kind of started getting on my nerves then.
But the third trip? When you wouldn't accept my mail because it was addressed to John & Joanna Caselli, not Joanna & John Caselli? That was just a bit much, don't you think? At least by then I'd learned the quickest route to get to you.
The fourth and final trip, well, I finally turned the tables and successfully jumped through all your hoops. Ha, take that! I got my license. And, I have to admit, you did redeem yourself just a touch by having an employee who busted out the "Joanna" song. I think we can be friends now. Or at least pleasant acquaintances.
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ooooh... the dreaded OR DMV. Just be thankful you didn't get married here and have to change your name with them. You'd think no one had ever done that before. but that's a story for another day. =)
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