Driving Ms Irony
My car is officially a Minnesotan. It was registered last week in an effort that leaves me wondering why the entire populace hasn’t converted to Libertarianism. My local DMV is located on the second floor of Sears. (I didn’t even know that Sears was still in business!) Is it convenient or irony that the entrance is just off of the luggage department? My number got called and for the next forty minutes I got to learn along with the clerk how to transfer a lease from out of state – something she’d never done before. This being Minnesota, everybody was terribly nice, which made the big sign “Profanity not allowed” another paradox. I complimented the clerk on her handwriting since none of the forms could be put into the computer system sitting on the desk. All forms had to be hand written and legible. When I gird myself to get the driver’s license, it’s a whole other building in another part of town. And in the event a phy...