DMV

First of all I'm not putting the Government down, but why do  all the DMV employees say "NEXT!" with that tone of (don't mess with me) pluhease you work at the dmv.....My 8 year old neighbor could take any of them. If you really hate people that much then why are you working at the dmv aka a people pleathera? After you go through the first maze of lines which is complicated by screaming toddlers throwing their toys at the back of your head, there is always someone in front of you who can either not hear or not understand English, which always makes things run faster NOT! Once you finally get your number you are faced with an ultimatum and you ask yourself "should I sit next to the man picking his leg wound?" or "the sniffiling congested children?" Have you ever noticed that all the chairs in the dmv are like airport chairs so they are all connnected? When you sit in them you can feel everything your row is doing, and if someones phone vibrates everyone checks their phone, and I'm always in the row with "Mr. Important" some hot shot business man, whos phone keeps vibrating and I keep thinking its mine so then I of course need to start checking my phone every minute just to make sure I'm still not popluar. I don't know about you, by this point I feel as if I am being watched by those around me, and I go into some kind of paranoid panic mode, the self doubt sets in and I am basically screwed until someone else does something to out embarrass me. So I usually sit there going through my texts 1 by 1 or renaming everyone in my phone, because just plain talking to someone would be way to much to handle. As I sit there trying to tune out the horrible smells, people spreading influenza, and the yummy sound of wet coughs (opposite of dry coughs and therefore 10 times as gross), this process is frequently interrupted by the numbers being called. No no the numbers are not called just 1 time. I love things being repeated (really I do!) no response.....2nd time no response......3rd time oh hey look at that NO RESPONSE! (I guess 3rd time really isn't a charm) 4th time the old man with the walker gets up and finally starts draging himself over to the window. I really just want to pick him up and place him in front of the window because I feel things would go much faster, however this is not socially acceptable so I try and refrain. Then there is the complete 180 of the old man walker syndrome. The sprinters wait there looking absolutely cracked out, they can't sit still and their eyes are buggin. You know when their number is called because they will stop for no one to get to that damn window! As soon as their number is verbally announced and before it appears on the screen they are half way to the window. Now once they get there thats when the real magic starts. They act like its some kind of pb (personal best not peanut butter :) ) and are slightly annoyed that the desk clerk has not acknowledged their new best. Lets be realistic if you are at the dmv often enough to time yourself and have a full blown competition against yourself YOU ARE THERE TO MUCH! GO HOME! How often are you really at the department of motor vehicles? I'm just saying these are the people we need to be watching, because at any minute the dmv will become their derby and a hostage situation will happen! Safe Sitting :)