Wednesday, March 24, 2010
I just had this highly amusing conversation via text message with my Madonna-loving, fashionista-friend, Jill; Who spent her morning at the one, the only, New Jersey Department of Motor Vehicle (or whatever it is that they call it these days).
J: I think everyone who works at the New Jersey MVA jumped directly out of the 80s.
Me: WTF is the MVA? The DMV?
J: Yea, that's what they call it now.
Me: Well, from what I heard, it's still 1989 in the DMV. There's a HUGE line to get into the new millennium. Take a number and have a seat.
J: This woman helping me has on a jean jacket with multi-colored velvet pieces sewn on it and high waisted acid-washed jeans with huge zippers. Oh, and a BIGASS velvet BOW in her hair. Is she for real?
Me: I don't know, that sounds pretty hot to me.
J: I tried to take a picture for you but the tiny Asian kid behind me, trying to get his permit, was on to me.
See Also: "The DMV: Parental Discretion Is Advised..."