Today marks the 4-year anniversary of me “defining the relationship” with Maryland. After a tumultuous two days at the MVA, we started on this path that I’ve largely not regretted (except during Mardi Gras week each year when I question why I’m at work, not making myself sick on bloody marys and king cake.)

From the Post Office Line
February 5, 2013

Woman wearing sunglasses—indoors—and tights covered in palm trees
with a heavy-looking brown coat with fur trim

People in front of me talking Algorithms, and
someone else wearing an Amelia Earhart hat

1, 2, 3, 15 people in line

The woman behind the desk shouts: “anyone just dropping stuff off?”
and those who nod yes are directed to the front

I wish they’d scream, “anyone budgeted their time poorly?”

Person after person who clearly hasn’t rehearsed
his speech and request as I have make it to the front of the desk

Stamps. Tax refunds. Confusion.