The other day I came to a terrible conclusion I needed to go to the DMV. I wasn’t ready to have to go do this task whatsoever. It’s normally this is something that I build myself up to for several weeks before I ever stepped foot into that terrible godforsaken place. For me, it’s not only the terrible bare cement walls and overhead lighting that kills me there. There’s the lines which seemed like they last for days at times and the cranky people behind the counters that make you wish you were dead. There’s really nothing to look forward to the entire time that you’re in that building except for the moment that you finally get to walk back out of it. Possibly the worst thing of all of it though is the quality of HVAC that they keep in government buildings like that. It’s as though they want to punish you in every way possible. Instead of just making you miserable with paperwork they also make you freeze to death or feel like you’re in the middle of a burning hot desert. If you’re going to stand in line you might as well be covered in Goosebumps or drenched in sweat. You know that means if you’re sweating but the people around you are also sweating and stinking. It’s a big room of uncomfortable human beings in the worst conditions imaginable. It’s like one of the Rings of Dante’s Inferno but just with terrible Indoor Air Temperature Control. After going through all that you end up with the hot and cold people behind the desk too. And then you wonder how people end up making terrible decisions when choosing personalized license plates.