“F*CKKKKKKK!!!!!”
I screamed out loud in my car, parked outside the Department of Transportation here in Chiang Mai. Thankfully, no one was in the car or walking near the car; else they would be scared, running away from the psycho inside.
My forehead and palms were sweaty. My cheeks ruddy. My eyes dilated. I was angry. On a scale of 1-10, an 8.
Why? I received a phone call earlier that morning from Hyundai telling me that I needed to visit the DOT to process paperwork and obtain my license plate. This was after weeks of hearing nothing, and the service rep said it had to happen today because the residence certificate I provided would expire tomorrow. So I rushed to the DOT. I waited over an hour in the Thai heat – only for the official to tell me I need to get another residence certificate; she could not accept one that would expire tomorrow. Why not? This would mean waiting in another line, paying another 500 baht, and repeating another bureaucratic process.
Why the overwhelming anger? Why would a delay in the process elicit the “Hulk” inside me to emerge, making him scream and bang the steering wheel?
I was triggered. Hearing the official tell me I would need to repeat the process reminded me of something in my past – some unresolved issue from long ago.