The DMV today was much less exciting than I expected. Apparently in New Hampshire you don’t need a permit to learn driving, as long as you’re above the age of 15.5 and have a licensed 25+ year-old in the passenger’s seat. I did get a lovely spiral-bound driver’s manual, however. I love anything spiral-bound. Except this one has 19 chapters and Test Your Knowledge sections at the end of each chapter. Man, it’s just like school.
We then made a detour at the post office to send a check for our rent. Well, my mom sent the letter. I meandered about outside and took pictures of interesting graffiti. As I looked up from photographing a spider’s web, I made eye contact with a young man who leaned out of his passenger-seat window and yelled, “LET’S HAVE SEX! DOG CAT!” Had I not been startled by his brazenness and possible inebriation, I would have yelled “NO THANKS!”
Our last stop was Shaw’s. Every time I go to a grocery store, I want to buy everything in it. After six years of exile in China, all American food looks so irresistible. But I tore my eyes away from all the other food and bought a tray of six RED VELVET ICE CREAM CUPCAKES!
Moist red velvet cake, cream cheese icing, and vanilla ice cream inside. What more could you possibly ask for?