Because while I was away from the DMV office, another story -- or something -- had unfolded. "Yes, people, there's a very bad smell in here, and I think anyone who smells it knows what it is. Somebody did something somewhere," apologized the security guard, who'd been tracking the source of the stink and was now rushing to open windows and doors. "I apologize if any of you get cold, but it's better than sitting in this."
And because late on a Friday afternoon, after already investing an hour (or more) in a DMV wait, no one was about to surrender his seat -- even on this wild, shit-smell ride.