I can now resume driving my car
July 25, 2006
Today I went to the DMV to renew my driver’s license. No, I didn’t have to retake the test. That happens after 24 months in my state. No one yelled at me. The policeman there even smiled.
It was completely uneventful. I was in and out within fifteen minutes. The only thing I thought about while there was the fact that they were renewing the driver’s license of a woman who had to be at least 90 years old, could barely hobble along without an assistant, and was shaking so much she dropped her paperwork on the ground. But yet, she can still have a license to drive a car. And most likely drive in front of me whenever I am in rush to get somewhere.
So after I left there I decided to get a manicure, which is very UNlike me. But I thought what the hell, why not. My hands are now sufficiently moisturized, clipped of all stray cuticles, and painted a shiny pink that I have already manage to chip. Can’t take me anywhere.
While in the shop there was a young woman who was dressed as though she were a stripper. A stripper who was half way done with her routine. I have seen people in skimpy clothes before, but nothing like this. My three year old daughter even asked her why her shorts were so small.
But the bigger question I had, shortness aside, was why were they unbuttoned and zipped showing off the front triangle of her black underwear with a little rhinestone heart? Why? For the love of all things that are holy please don’t let this be a trend or I will be forced to become a stark raving lunatic who wanders the streets screaming, “Is this what women burned their bras for? This?”
And then her shirt had the entire collar cut off and hung off of one braless shoulder. And the bottom of the shirt was cut off and then tied somehow in the back. Seriously I wanted to ask her some questions and find out what would prompt a girl to dress like this. Does she like the attention it gets her? And I can only imagine the kind of attention it would get.
I have never seen an outfit like this, aside for a beer poster that college boys would have hanging up in their dorm rooms.
But the oddest part was when she asked me if I was looking for a babysitter. I mean she could very well be the best babysitter that ever walked the face of the earth, but dressed like that she isn’t coming into my house to babysit my preteen boys.
And this is what I get to look at until the year 2011:
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