U RMV the 1 4 me
Anyway, I think I've figured out why you were so nice to me this morning. For months now, I've been calling you "the DMV," until finally an exasperated spouse pointed out to me this week that you are, in fact, "the RMV." No one likes to be confused for another, of course, but when a new acquaintance repeatedly utters your rival's name while in the throes of bureaucracy? The greatest injustice of all.
So many apologies. I hope that when I return in a few weeks' time to finish transferring my license, you can put this past ugliness behind us and find it in your heart to accept one of the 15 different proofs of identification I'll be bringing with. And if you can then dig a little deeper and be so kind as to photoshop out a couple of my 15 extra chins in my new pending license photo, so much the better.