The Most Fun I Ever Had at the DMV

    That's easy. It only happened once. Although, I recall getting some pleasure from letting my kids misbehave, just a bit, at the DMV in hopes the staff would be motivated to get us out of there sooner. But the only time I really had fun was when I got the title for my Honda. As I sat holding my little numbered slip, a father with two young children, a boy of about six and a girl around 4, got called up to the service counter. His son stood next to him and, in a very familiar parenting technique, his daughter held onto his pants pocket. As they waited for the sloths at the service counter, the children grew restless and, eventually started throwing an invisible ball to one another. Since I find children, and invisible balls, far more interesting than my phone, they noticed my attention and started throwing the invisible ball to me. We had a pretty good game of it, seldom missed a catch, but eventually the father's title transaction finished and so did our game.

    I wondered what would become of our beloved ball. On the way out, the boy carefully placed it in my hand--followed immediately by returning to hold out his hand so I could give it back. That is my one fun trip to the DMV. The time I had a ball.