I'm pretty sure everyone at the DMV hates me. I don't know why-I've never really met any of them or even had a conversation beyond "I'd like to renew my drivers license please." My last picture was so bad, when Little Wing saw it she said "Wow. Got meth?"
Yes. It was that bad. So for my birthday this year, instead of renewing by mail I though I would treat myself, spend the extra $2.50, and get a new picture.
Little Wing hasn't seen it yet, but I'm pretty sure the first words out of her mouth will be "Wow. Got pot?"
I would like to add that the first time I went, the lady let the guy in front of me re-take his horrible picture. When I asked, she said "No. It's fine." Fine if you're a frickin dope fiend.
This time, she warned the guy in front of me. She actually said "Get ready to smile. The flash will go off in 3...2...1..."
Me? She said "Lift your chin." That was it. I got no 3...2...1... click. I got no warning, no get ready to smile. I even asked her if my eyes were open. Her response? "Yes. It's fine."
Hubbs is convinced that they hate pretty girls and want us to look bad in our photos.
I'm going with that.