Everybody\u2019s got a DMV story. Maybe you\u2019re the guy who, say, waited there for three and a half hours to get your first car registered. This would be pre-cell phones, of course, so to bide your time you\u2019ve memorized all four of the eye charts they\u2019re using behind the bulletproof glass, as well as the many cheerful posters, like the one showing an 18-wheeler with a smiley face that details the 12 steps to get your CDL license. At this point, you\u2019ve started to reconsider every decision in your life that has brought you to this moment, trapped here in this white-walled hell. And then, just as you\u2019re imagining driving that smiling 18-wheeler off a tall bridge to your own fiery demise, your name is finally, miraculously called. The woman behind the desk looks impatiently at you over her reading glasses, with one hand thrust out. And even after you\u2019ve gently placed your paperwork into her outstretched claw, she still seems to be sizing you up, like she\u2019s read your thoughts and confirmed that yes, you\u2019re an idiot. Finally she looks down, flips through a few pages and slides them right back over to you. She\u2019s staring at you like you\u2019re supposed to say something, but before you can, she says, \u201cNo odometer disclosure. You need to fill this out,\u201d she hands you a form without looking at you, \u201cGet it notarized, and make another appointment.\u201d And before you can protest and throw yourself at her feet, she\u2019s called the next name in the queue.<\/p>\n
Nowadays, with all the online options, the DMV has come a long way. But apparently not so over in Franklinton, where grudges against certain junior high math teachers run deep. That\u2019s right, Jose kept us entertained with his DMV tale, in which a former student\u2019s mother attempted to exact revenge on 10k. Of course, Jose ain\u2019t playing that game and he successfully walked away with his dignity, and his Real ID.<\/p>\n
Oh and yes, we did work out. A descending rep count starting at 100 of an exercise, then moseying the corridor and climbing the steps for 10 burpees. Went something like this:<\/p>\n
100 Mountain Climbers 10 burpees
\n90 Freddie Mercurys 9 burpees
\n80 Squats 8 burpees
\n70 Plank Jacks 7 burpees
\n60 Big Boys 6 burpees
\n50 Merkins 5 burpees
\n40 Sister Mary\u2019s 4 burpees
\n30 Crunchy Frogs 3 burpees
\n20 T-Merkins 2 burpees
\n10 Burpees 1 burpee<\/p>\n
A little time left for some leg work, calf raises, and Mary. COT and Shooter prayed us out.<\/p>\n
Oh, the three hump camel:
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