I now officially own a pickup truck. It’s been a long, strange trip every step of the way, but it’s finally titled and registered in my name. The world’s surliest woman helped me at the RMV, saying a total of 8 words to me the entire time. She not only avoiding eye contact with me, I’m fairly sure she didn’t mange to look at me at all throughout the entire transaction.

Since I’m in Massachusetts, I’m not morally obligated to install a gun rack. I count this as a kindness.