And so you walk in...the typical DMV atmosphere. Strange weird place. To me. Kind of like a mixture of odd people. Odd people there for different things. Sound shallow and rude? Sorry. Not to mention, the thick protectant plastic that makes you feel like you should talk at an angle so they can hear you. And shall I mention the guy that helped us did not make eye contact. creepy. dryer than breadcrumbs. but we stood there. handing him everything he needed quickly like he was ruling our world for those moments that we stood there talking sideways. From one window to the next. #002. Blue carpet line. Red carpet line. Repeat what letters you see. Cover your other eye. Move down to that window. Take your picture. Smile. Look at the blue dot. "Look very pretty" said the sweet lady. She did. To me. It is all surreal. She was quickly shuffled into the next room. A room with no windows, and I couldn't see in! (TESTING ROOM ONLY NO VISITORS ALLOWED) And to be perfectly honest with you, I would not want to stand, sit, wait...anywhere remotely close to her while she tested. I am strange like that. I prefer my nervous energy be sat out in that cold room with blue plastic germ free chairs. But I did want to see her. |
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