I love my disabled parking placard. Of course I wish I didn’t need it, but I’m realistic. It makes my life much easier. Never mind the accessible handicap spots. Did you know you don’t EVER have to pay a meter if you have one of these magical plastic things?

Contain your envy.

But it wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be to obtain my new blue friend, and that is because the DMV was involved.

I assume that nearly everyone reading this has been to the DMV at some point, and I also assume that exactly none of you enjoyed it. This is not a slam on anyone who works at the DMV. It’s just not a very enjoyable place. Read More>