As many Romanaics know, I recently voyaged to the DMV to get a new license.
I actually enjoy the DMV. Ever since reading Jhumpa Lahiri's The Namesake I've wanted a passage to India, and the DMV, in many ways, is like a mini-Mumbai: complete chaos, kids running around without shoes, everyone appears disease ridden. But unlike India, you only need one malaria pill to go.*
*Two if you go on Monday when the line is extra long.