DMV. The Department of Despair.
Hey! If anyone ever wants to experience bowling (the smells, dirty people, crying kids) without having to actually bowl well just head right on over to your county DMV office.
You'll get exactly what you were looking for.
You know when you wake up from a nightmare that you swear actually happened? Then you take a deep breath, look around you and realize it was just a dream? Now put yourself @ the DMV, close your eyes, panic, reopen and continue to panic. Because the nightmare isn't close to being over.
The only difference, and bummer, is that they don't make you put on a pair of groovy leather shoes or pick out a filthy neon bowling ball.
I'm gonna have to shower twice just to get the stink of disappointment off of me.
Please take a number.