Vaffanculo, DMV!!!!!!!!!!!!

This one took some research, but what we're looking at today is my ancestor's language, Italian, for "GO FUCK YOURSELF, DMV!" Bastards.

Okay, so 6 weeks ago I ordered a replacement driver's license after the piece of filth that broke into my car stole my old one. 6 weeks ago. I have yet to receive anything, so I called them today. I spoke with a hateful, bitchy woman who told me I needed to get a new picture. That's great. I can get past the fact that I was told by the woman who ordered my license for me 6 weeks ago that I didn't need a new photo. She made a mistake, that's totally okay. What is not in any way acceptable is the fact that the DMV has no concern for the fact that I paid for something that had I not called, I never would have received. That, my friends and/or readers, is not okay. The insult was furthered by the whore that relayed the news to me on the phone. So now it's what, a week and a half before Halloween in the Castro and I have no fucking photo ID. And it can all be traced down to the incompetence and complete lack of customer service exhibited by the fuck-ups employed by the California DMV. But hey, what do I know? It's just my salary (and yours) that is being excessively taxed to pay for the state welfare program known as the DMV. Swine.