I spent four hours at the Department of Motor Vehicles today*. As I shuffled through the doors -- as usual, mindless, purposeless, bereft of compassion or reason -- and took a look around, I realized I had never felt so at home before.
I got a job application.
It seems like I'd fit right in, but the application is hard. I'm thinking about lying on question #3: "Do you enjoy eating human brains?" I suspect it's a trick question. I'm going to say "No: I eat human brains, but I don't enjoy it."
That job is as good as mine!
*No reason. I just like it there.