Post by petedabroker on Dec 1, 2008 12:22:55 GMT -5
Just left Dundalk TWIC office. An absolute nightmare. They must of told drivers from Virginia, that this location is better. About one half of all the drivers out of about 550 , maybe more, but that was the number she had on her clip board, were out of Virginia.
If you plan to switch to Dundalk from anywhere, go to the doctor first and see why you are having illusions of granger. Don't even think about it.
I made an appointment, card is already there to pick up, so I thought , since I was in the area, I would just slip in and pick it up. Believing they would have a index card file box, in alpha order, you give them your driver license, and out pops the card. No I was told to get an appointment. I say Ms. I already have an appointment, but I thought since I was here, cannot you just give me the card. Sir, in a stern voice " You need to then wait your turn. Me, still in a nice voice, but Madam, as I said , I am here just to pick up the card, that I already had waited back on Oct, 22 for four hours , with an appointment to make application. I was told then it would take 15 minutes, and I waited over 4 hours then.
Sir, she replied, did you hear me or something wrong with your hearing? Then proceeded in the middle of that sarcasm to yell to the drivers waiting, " I told you before, If you do not keep quiet, I will clear the room".
Oh, I knew then I was not getting anywhere. I would rather face Bubba, in a bar, two switchblades in his hand, with a picture in his mouth of my donkey flying out his wife's bedroom window, instead of a typical woman with an attitude. No, I did not see that lovely hand above the head swirling, index finger extended, gesture they make, but that attitude was enough for me. I knew this whitey was toast.
So knowing , my only hopes to secure my TWIC was waiting until December 22 for my appointment. With my appointment copy in my hand, I shall make another attempt of that whitey with an attitude reprisal. What do you mean I need to wait? Wait for what? I got an appointment. Me jumping on the counter, yelling whatever comes to mind, just before the cop shows up and escorts me to jail. Man what a government we have, what a organized bunch of low life workers they hired, and we just need to keep our f..king mouths shut and put up with it all. You know the guys who work for a living , keeping their store shelves full of product, pay taxes, put up with all that road abuse, now facing Natasha, with a little bit of conceived power. Anybody got a needle full of AIDS. I need a slow death. Better yet, Alzheimer's would work well. Maybe after TWIC has ended Natasha can clean my s.h.i.t.t.y. diapers at the old age home. Yeah, that will be a nice way to get even. Ain't nothing like having your s.h.i.t.t.y diaper being changed.
If you plan to switch to Dundalk from anywhere, go to the doctor first and see why you are having illusions of granger. Don't even think about it.
I made an appointment, card is already there to pick up, so I thought , since I was in the area, I would just slip in and pick it up. Believing they would have a index card file box, in alpha order, you give them your driver license, and out pops the card. No I was told to get an appointment. I say Ms. I already have an appointment, but I thought since I was here, cannot you just give me the card. Sir, in a stern voice " You need to then wait your turn. Me, still in a nice voice, but Madam, as I said , I am here just to pick up the card, that I already had waited back on Oct, 22 for four hours , with an appointment to make application. I was told then it would take 15 minutes, and I waited over 4 hours then.
Sir, she replied, did you hear me or something wrong with your hearing? Then proceeded in the middle of that sarcasm to yell to the drivers waiting, " I told you before, If you do not keep quiet, I will clear the room".
Oh, I knew then I was not getting anywhere. I would rather face Bubba, in a bar, two switchblades in his hand, with a picture in his mouth of my donkey flying out his wife's bedroom window, instead of a typical woman with an attitude. No, I did not see that lovely hand above the head swirling, index finger extended, gesture they make, but that attitude was enough for me. I knew this whitey was toast.
So knowing , my only hopes to secure my TWIC was waiting until December 22 for my appointment. With my appointment copy in my hand, I shall make another attempt of that whitey with an attitude reprisal. What do you mean I need to wait? Wait for what? I got an appointment. Me jumping on the counter, yelling whatever comes to mind, just before the cop shows up and escorts me to jail. Man what a government we have, what a organized bunch of low life workers they hired, and we just need to keep our f..king mouths shut and put up with it all. You know the guys who work for a living , keeping their store shelves full of product, pay taxes, put up with all that road abuse, now facing Natasha, with a little bit of conceived power. Anybody got a needle full of AIDS. I need a slow death. Better yet, Alzheimer's would work well. Maybe after TWIC has ended Natasha can clean my s.h.i.t.t.y. diapers at the old age home. Yeah, that will be a nice way to get even. Ain't nothing like having your s.h.i.t.t.y diaper being changed.