Who says a visit to the DMV can’t be fun?
The other day, I prepared myself to spend some quality time with an accurate cross-section of humanity — one that only a visit to the DMV can give you. I waited until the very last minute to renew my registration, so I went down to my neighborhood motor vehicle bureau, took a number, and got myself ready to spend an untold eternity waiting for “J877” to be called. (For the record, I breezed through in three or four minutes, so… go me.)
I went for my cell phone, as most people of my age and disposition do when faced with a need to pass the time, even if only for a minute. But I looked around and found a barage of signs explicitly instructing people to turn off their cell phones. They… were… everywhere. You could tell this bureau has had just about enough of your overly-loud inane conversations and “just a minute, I’m trying to text” antics. But next to one of these signs, I saw another that begged — no, screamed!) for an Instagram.
I would have snapped an actual picture of this truly wonderful fail, but… well… you know…