Wowww.

So, I'm at the DMV finally registering my car to California. I forgot to write my name on something so I waited for one of the windows next to me to open up and I stood to ask the man if i could borrow a pen. Mind you, there was a pen sitting right on the counter in front of me, but considering the fact that it was wired to his desk, I figured I should ask. He just looks at me, reaches up and scoots the pen away from where I'm standing. I look at him and he now won't make eye contact with me!

"Sir, do you not have a pen that I can borrow? I just need to sign this really quickly."

He looks past me. I look at his name plate which says .

"Sir, do you speak English? Are you Filipino? Nagsasalita ba kayo ng Tagalog?"

And then he looks! And then he looks past me and goes, "You need to make room for my customers." The counter is least 3 feet wide. His last customer left just before our happy little convo had begun and even after turning around to look, I saw no rush of any ticket holders running to Window 18. Dude had no customers.

"OK, that's fine."

Um, now some lady seems to think I'm part of the back rest included on the chairs. And she's speaking Tagalog.

The DMV + Filipino people seems to not be a very good combo.

B 229 was just called, I'm one away from escaping this frustration of a place :)

love you,
love me.

mariel.