D.M.V.

Dear Diary:

I was at the Department of Motor Vehicles in the Bronx, waiting to renew my driver’s license. The man at the head of the line was called to the clerk’s window.

Without looking up, the clerk instructed the man to read a line on the eye chart on the wall.

The man instinctively covered one eye and began to read.

The clerk looked up, and said, “What are you going to do, drive with one eye? Read with both of them.”

— Salvatore J. Pagliaro