I was switching plates to a new car and had to bring my 4 year old son due to lack of babysitter. We were stuck there for a little over 2.5 hours and WITCHCRAFT JR was getting impatient, as 4 year olds do at the DMV. No tantrums, but he let out an exasperated shout now and then. Every single time, this old-ass lady in the pews in front of us (the DMV has straight up pew benches for seating, no it's not in a old church) would look over her shoulder at me. At the hour and a half mark when she stared at us again, I threw the devil horns and gave her the evilest eye I had. She didn't look over her shoulder at all at any point after that.
Do a curse on the greatest generation the fuck you lookin at you old hag you think you never been 4 years old before??
Maybe I should go to the doctor this is not heteronormative social functions...