Nebraska DMV
I have been told that I am seriously not alone in the universe whenever I say that I really, really, do not care for the Nebraska DMV, or any DMV for that matter. I mean, I’m sure there are nice people who work there, and that really, the existence of the Nebraska DMV or any other DMV is for the good of the state. Nevertheless, I am not at all surprised that some people refer to DMV branches as hells on earth. The bureaucracy is near toxic level, and very, very difficult to understand.
Allow me to explain. On the way back from that brunch that my very, very gay friend dragged me to back in the twelfth, I realized that it was high time that I renewed my license. So (quite ironically, I realize but shut up please and let me rant) I got that very, very gay friend of mine drive me home so I could collect my renewal notice and then drive me right back to the nearest Nebraska DMV exam station. On the way to my Nebraska DMV branch, I filled out what I needed to fill out.
Then some ass at some window told me that I filled it out wrong, and so I had to fill out another form and wait in line at that Nebraska DMV branch. I’m stopping before I swear.