I've been to hell

I spell it,
I spell it, DMV.

call it, pointless

This morning, I had to head to the DMV for some hilariously fun title-transfer action.

I learned a few things.

• There exists a variant of a bus called a "bus trailer" which looks like a window-ridden cattle car hauled behind a semi. Creepy.
  
• It's very difficult to get a car registered when there are anomalies on your registration history
  
• The exceedingly sweet old lady getting her eyes checked has a terribly potty mouth.
  
• The DMV can only please one person per day. Today is not my day. Tomorrow is not looking good either.
  

The second point is the most interesting—not because it involved me, because it didn't.

However, the lady next to me (not the one cursing about how the optical machine is [expletive deleted]) seemed to be in an extraordinarily confusing situation.

Apparantely she was unable to register her mid-1990s beat-up Ford pickup truck because there was an outstanding title or generic registration fuckup on her record. In chopped English/Spanish, she argued with the woman behind the counter about the existence of such a vehicle.

• Crazy lady: Well, why can't I register my truck?
  
• DMV lady:It says here that [there's something wrong—I really didn't catch this part]
  
• C: Well what is it?
  
• D: Apparantely there's a second title
  
• C: For what?
  
• D: A brown car, that was bought in July of last year
  
• C: I've never owned a brown car!
  
• D: Well maybe it was one of your kids? It says here the car was moved from Texas.
  
• C: No, no, that can't be it
  

At this point, the lady who was helping me wandered into the conversation and asked where the vehicle was registered at.

• D: Oh, the title was transferred at this office.
  
• C: Really?
  
• D: And is this your address? [address known to be in the middle of a BFE trailer court]
  
• C: Oh, yeah, that's my address
  
• D: And ... it says it was transferred by you
  
• C: That can't be!
  
• D: And ... can I see your license please? Yeah, it has your license number written right here.
  

At this point, it seemed to degenerate. I'm really unsure what the end result was, but I'm sure it involved lots of shouting. Probably from the lady getting her eyes checked. What an old bag.