At work, it was slow. It just got slower as the time went by. It even got to where I only saw one person doing the sandwiches, Brent doing the drive through and regular cash register, and putting orders together, and only me on the fryer. I usually make the fries and put the right ones on the side so the runner can get it easily. But today, when some fries were needed I would walk up to where they put orders together and I would hand the fries to them, or even put them in the bag. I got to where an order would come up, I would make the fries, then take them up front and put the sandwich and fries into the bag and give it to the costumer. It was actually fun doing both since it was slow. It's supposed to have a '50s look inside, and the seats actually look just like car seats from '50s cars. We play '50s music also, and when Brent and I were putting an order together, I heard a song I knew (I know most of those old songs) and I started singing, "C'mon baby, let's start anew" (then Brent joined in) "'cause breaking up is hard to do. They say that breaking up is, hard to do. Now I know, I know that it's true. Don't say, that this is the end. Instead of breaking up, I wish that we were making up again..." It was cool. So then I got off work and went to the DMV.

At there, I saw the sweet, old lady who works there and who you have to talk to to get a license or whatever. She is always, and I mean always saying stuff like "Oh, bless your heart" or "Oh hi there, sweetie!" or "Just sign your little name right here." She does it to old men, teenagers, little kids, you name it. And everyone is friendly with her. In fact, most people in my town are friendly. People always say how their school has mean people, and the preps think they are better than everyone, and there are bullies too. Well, in my town, most of the "popular" people or "preps" are the ones who try to get the unpopular or quiet people involved in things. I mean, Laurel, who was our class president, and also very popular, never shops at the Gap or whatever. She often gets bargain stuff for like $10 dollars for pants. I'm not considered popular, but she always says hi to me and smiles in the hall, as well as other kids who nobody really knows. The other popular kids are really against prejudice or discrimination. They are really for equal rights and they hate racism or sexism. So if you say how you hate preps and I don't understand why, now you know. I mean, I am friends with most the preps there, as well as a lot of Gothics, and jocks. And the Gothics there are on friendly terms with the popular people, lol.

But anyway, as more proof of how people in my town are cool, here's something that happened: This old guy was waiting and there was a 4-5 year-old-kid sitting near him and coloring something. His dad was sitting nearby. The old guy started talking to him like you talk to little kids and was talking about how the boy was doing a good job at coloring that picture. The boy, so innocent, started talking back and explaining stuff. The old guy was like "Oh really? Is that so?" The dad was smiling and listening, so was this other guy by me. The boy was saying stuff that little kids find important. Then he said that the old guy could come over to his house. The old guys was like "Oh, I can? Well, thank you" but of course not really meaning it. The dad just laughed. The DMV lady heard that and was like "Oh my! He's a little too friendly!" while laughing "Bless his little heart, he's just a little too friendly." The old guy and the dad started talking about stuff like past tickets they got.

I forgot my I.D. and you need 2 pieces to get your permit (I know I'm a little slow on the draw to get that, lol) but the lady recognized me and tried to guess my name. Then she said I can take the test anyway. I took it and passed! I got 90%. Then my mom came and brought my I.D. and money for the permit, but while I waited for her, 2 old guys were talking about old times. One was saying that this town (Brownsville) was just perfect for him. He said that even Junction City (the town I live in, and I guess he does too) was too big, and it only has a population of 3,000-4,000! I told him that I used to live in Placentia, which is near L.A. He said that putting him in L.A. would be like jail to him. They talked about how in the good old times, you could leave a $100 bill on your dash board and leave your car alone all day with the windows down and no one would even touch it. Nowadays, you can't even leave an empty paper bag in your car without it getting taken. Then another old guy came in, and it was kinda hard to understand him, maybe because he was black. But they all 3 talked about old cars and restoring them. Anyway, I came home and my mom has been on the phone so I still haven't been given any chores, lol.