Take That Inefficient Government Agency!

HA!
In your FACE! In your, slow, begrudging, nitpicky, understaffed and underopened FACE!

I finally have my license. I can finally drive. I played your games, o devious DMV, o odious online appointment system. You may have made me cry, but I and finally fucking DONE with you.

[phew]

Glad to get that out. I have had such a vehement hate for DMV and its inefficiency and inflexible hours and frequent closings, despite probably being in the group of most important agencies in America (dude, everyone drives here).
I passed my driving exam. I have a license (well, and interim one. The actual one comes mailed in 6 weeks), and I am one step closer to being considered a functioning adult in the American sense.
Goddang.

It was raining when I left for the DMV office this morning. Not hard or soft, just enough to make me miserable about having to take my test today. In the drive over, I revoked my atheist-leaning agnosticism to hold a kinda crazy conversation with God in my head. Mostly it's me being crass and ribbing Him. I asked Him (mostly jokingly) to perform two 'miracles' for me: make it stop raining, and let me pass my test. We also talked of more philosophical things that I probably won't get to today; am far too giddy.
Anyway, rain continued to not let up, and I waited in lines, and got my documents ready. Now began the protracted jury selection. Waiting, hoping to get someone who was not a perpetually pissed, overweight, middle-age Caucasian woman whose sole goal in life is crushing the goal of nervous Asians to get a driver's license. I got a pretty neutral/grave-looking Filipino dude. Things are beginning to look up.
Then I begin to drive.
When we started, I went to pieces in my head. My paranoia was on an "ohgodohgodohgod" loop. My organization was on a fritz, dashing to-and-fro between lobes. My eyes decided not to cooperate with my head, and my thighs decided to spontaneously devolve to jelly.
And then I realized that driving is so easy, stfu and let me get on with it. And I did. Albeit not as well as I liked, when my in-pieces brain managed to spill out now and again. Managed to get through with only 5 marks off. Hurrah for lenient testing!
I had my windshield wipers on when I started driving, but halfway through the rain let up and I, rather belatedly, sheepishly turned them off and hoped the tester didn't notice...or at least judge me.
...On the drive back, I realized that both my requests were granted. I thought for the briefest moment, "are these miracles? Did God do this?"
Then, saner, I thought, "What would Tim Minchin think of this?"
Well, he'll sing this.
So we'll agree that I was delusional and that it was all Tefnut's doing.