Stood in line, waited in a chair, sniffed the body odor of about forty five people, listened to over a dozen babies crying, watched a new mom overburp a baby and wear the results, smelled that, caught a cancerous old woman who had fallen asleep and was toppling out of her chair (I didn't want to hear her cry, too), stood in a shorter line, paid the pretty lady (enjoyed that part) and was rewarded a renewed car registration. I'm a little OD'ed on Life.
... and extremely disgusted with the working pace of people employed by the state.
(I can't believe the fucking typos I made)