Dreaming of Dancing Burritos.
So I spent my whole day in the Las Pinas LTO office to get my first Driver’s License. After the whole grueling ordeal (wherein I spent about eight hours tenderizing my butt, and witnessed a 17-year-old literally howl and bang his head against the backrest of the chair in front of him), I asked this question to my dad:
Me: Did you ever dream of dancing burritos while you waited for your first driver’s license? I did.
Dad: No. I was the Coast Guard Station Commander in Tacloban, and the head of LTO office there had a fishing boat. The license was given to me on a (relishes next phrase) siiiiiilverrr plaaaatterrr.
Me: *sob*
I asked my mom whether it took an entire day to get her first license. She told me that it didn’t even take an hour.
Poor fools! Being deprived of dancing burritos!
Okay, I die.
By the way, the burrito sauce says "Hello".
