Sharp hooks dig into my flesh….a whirring noise reaches my ears….my legs threaten to buckle…
The DMV is not a fun place to go after visiting the dentist. Don’t get me wrong, Dr. Kamei is a good guy, but after getting your teeth worked on, you wanna be laying down, not standing for 2 hours waiting for “G122” and the tellers have barely gotten to “A113”. And if you’re lucky, the Novocaine will have worn off by the time you get your number called.
Did I mention that I’ve recently had a nasty breakup with Lady Luck.
Is this real life?,