Can you write a paragraph or 2 or more that includes these phrases?
Question:1. Read the rules! Read the rules!
2. A little louder, okay? I think there's a man on the twelfth floor in a COMA, who didn't hear you.
3. Ah, the lesser-known "I don't have a dream" speech.
4. And I say this with all due respect.
5. That's a part of the whole, you know, them-not-liking-you extravaganza!
I hate going to the Department of Motor Vehicles. They’re usually housed in terrible buildings that have an assortment of upkeep problems. The one I go to has tile missing on the floor, broken windows that have been covered with boards, filthy paint on the walls, and if I’m not mistaken, bullet holes in the exterior stucco. I was down there because I had to get my driver’s license renewed. I wasn’t able to do it with an extension, but I really shouldn’t complain as it's been over twenty years since I’ve taken the written test, read the eye chart or had my picture taken.
The first person I spoke to there was a middle-aged woman named Wanda. She was sitting behind the Information desk. When I told her I had an appointment to get my driver’s license renewed, she said “Line B” and pointed towards the far wall where the written exams were being conducted. I’ve been driving over 30 years and have only been caught speeding once. I knew the rules have changed a bit so I have been studying up. The man at the window gave me a test and told me to read and answer all questions. I found an empty desk and proceeded to do just that. I was almost done when one of the DMV workers stated shouting “Read the rules! Read the rules! No talking or help is allowed with the testing. If you need the questions translated, you need to ask for the test in your language.” With that, he snatched a test from a woman who was talking to a man and walked away. I completed my exam and turned it in. Thankfully, I only missed two questions so I was allowed to proceed to the dreaded eye exam.
Now I don’t know about anyone else, but I hate to wear my glasses when I’m driving. It’s just not sexy. When I’m driving down the street and come to a stop next to a guy, I want to look my best. Who knows, I might be idling next to the most handsome man in the Universe. The sad thing is I won’t know it, as I’ll be unable to see him without my glasses. It’s a no win situation, I could almost choose to drive down the road singing Fiddle-dee-dee at the top of my lungs – NOT COOL.
I stepped up to the counter and was told to cover my left eye and read line number 5. Gee, could they make the letters any smaller? I squinted and stared but everything was blurry and I couldn’t make a thing out. The man behind the counter cleared his throat and told me to cover my other eye and to try reading he chart again. Nope, can’t read the damn thing. He then asked me if I wore glasses. When I said “Yes”, he started lecturing me on how I have to wear them when I drive. Ah, the lesser-known "I don't have a dream" speech. “Excuse me”, I said, “And I say this with all due respect, but are you aware of the Medical Records Privacy Act?” I asked him. “What?” he said. “You know health problems are private, shouldn’t that pertain to my eye sight also?” I said. He just looked at me for a moment, shook his head and then told me to put on my glasses and repeat the test. I did as instructed and passed.
The line for getting your picture taken was slow moving and backlogged. It wasn’t helping matters any that almost everyone was arguing with the photographer afterwards. The picture I have on my soon to be expired license is actually very nice, and I’m going to hate to give it up. When I finally made it to the counter, I was handed a card and told to fill it out. Hair – Blond; Eye Color – Brown; Weight – 150 (liar, liar, pants on fire). There’s no way in hell that I’m going to put my real weight down on that card. I don’t care if the person I handed the card to believes me or not. Why do they need it anyways? Are we expected to come get a new picture each time we gain or loose some weight? Come to think about it, what happens if you loose all your hair or decide to alter it by dying or cutting? Should you come get another picture taken? I was going to ask this when the counter person said in a very BOOMING voice “Weight – 150 pounds.” A little louder, okay? I think there’s a man on the twelfth floor in a COMA, who didn’t hear you I thought. I didn’t say anything, just looked at him and visually dared him to challenge it. Apparently he has been doing this job for awhile as he shrugged his shoulders and told me to stand in front of the screen and look up. I was wondering what was taking him so long when he finally said “You need to put your glasses on.” It seems that there’s a code on the documentation and if the eye exam person thinks you need to wear glasses while driving they mark it on the paperwork. I think that’s part of the whole, you know, them-not-liking-you extravaganza! I was beginning to feel defeated, when suddenly I had an idea. “I’m wearing contacts” I lied. ‘Okay” he said, and before I knew it, he had snapped my picture.
My DMV office gives everyone two chances of getting a decent picture. If you don’t like the first picture, they will redo it. However, if you don’t like either one of them, you’re just screwed. The photographer showed me my picture and because I didn’t have my glasses on, I couldn’t see if it was any good. I was unable to put my glasses on as I had lied to him earlier when I said I had contacts in. I decided to accept it and hope for the best. I’ll let you know how it turned out when I get it.
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