But the drive isn't what takes the most time. Oh no, after driving there, I would have to wait in line for eight years, only to discover that I lack the fifth piece of identification with my picture on it and a stool sample that will prove my identity to the bitter, irritable government employees who dwell at the DMV. This would mean, of course, that I would have to sob hysterically, drive home, find a fifth something with my picture and name on it and begin again.
Lord, how I love technology.