I’m about to go to the Five Points DMV to get plates for my recently-acquired, less-old car (a 1997 Saab). One of the few perks of living in the hood is that you don’t have to wait very long at the DMV. Nearly every customer is dispatched with the words, “Like I told you the last time you were here, sir, you need to bring proof of insurance.” Telling that to 15 people takes a surprisingly quick 5 minutes. Another perk is that sometimes your car is still there when you’re finished.

UPDATE:
Wow. It wasn’t like that at all. There was almost no-one there. I pressed the button to get my number, *BING*, my number is put up on the board. The only other people were a couple of professional-looking, honky-chicks, and an old black dude in a wheel chair accompanied by what I took to be his son. The son’s job was, apparently, to react to everything the clerk said with, “That’s bullshit.” Actually, it was more like, “Tha’s boo-shit.”

CLERK: “Hello. What can I do for you today?”

SON: “Tha’s boo-shit.”

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