Good Times At the Department of Motor Vehicles

Just spent a little while waiting at the DMV for an extension of my disabled parking permit, and a couple ahead of me was there for a redo on his new license because when he’d gotten it on Friday the clerk had apparently hit the wrong button on the form for the guy’s sex. “He’s been worried about it all weekend,” his wife said, laughing. The clerk was laughing, the guy was laughing. He offered to prove he deserved the “M” right there at the counter.