We enticed Meego into coming, and we managed to pass the time with a variety of cheap entertainments. Played some rousing hangman, took a few educative walks, played some more rousing hangman.... It was a nice day out, so we could hang around outside away from the inside DMV queue and enjoy the lovely recession-hit strip mall sights and breathe in the fresh second-hand smoke. I give the waiting area outside the DMV a rating of "R" for language and sexuality.
Wolfgang was fretting about the vision test. He hasn't had an eye exam in a while - his choice. As the clock ticked on and on and on aND ON, I began to fret too. Really, at the 2 hours 45 minute point, I was pulling for him to pass that test probably harder than I did any of his year-end finals at school. Imagine going back there again, so soon. That would really take the specialness away.
And there's plenty of fun people-watching to do at the DMV. Here's a quick sketch of one of our lively fellow revelers.
Ah, good times.