I wish I wasn’t here. I just want to go home. God, why can’t they just hurry up.

I know what will happen. Eventually it’ll be my turn, just like everyone before me. They’ll call my name, tell me to stand behind the line, shoot me. Just like all the miserable slobs before me. I know it’s coming…why does it have to take so freaking long?

It feels like I’ve been here forever. I swear, this place is designed for torture. Hundreds of people, stuffed in here like sardines. All we do is stand around, shuffle our feet. Try to stay awake. God forbid they give us a chair, or even a bench. Never crosses their minds that we might be tired or hungry or thirsty.

They bark orders, and if we, the sheeple, don’t move fast enough for them, then there’s hell to pay. Would it hurt them to treat us like human beings for once?

Oh man. I gotta pee. This sucks. I’m never gonna get outta here. I swear, I’m gonna pee my pants. Oh man!

This is the last time I drink a grande latte before going to the DMV .