I hear hell’s nice this time of year. Warm, toasty, full of shamelessness and indelicacy. Sure beats this shady weather we have here in the south, where you can’t decide if you want to leave the house in a ski jacket or flip-flops.

Anyhow, my point is we’re probably all going to hell for laughing at this, so I’m just trying to lighten the scene here. Stay positive, you know. Maybe it’s not such a bad place after all. Besides, if you’ve ever spent an afternoon at the DMV, you’ll probably already be pretty familiar with the layout.