A Lesson in Local Dialect

As an addendum to my previous post, about our weekend (here), you might have left that post wondering:
"If the northern DMV was soooo GOOD, then why did you (two, educated, handsome, charming, splendiforous, grown adults) choose to visit the "BAD" metro, inner-city DMV?"

The mister had been told by coworkers that the northern DMV was "okay".  In comparison, when we asked a clerk at the grocery if they had any input on the subject: "..." (The ellipsis is signifying an unending pause.) "..." "The downtown DMV...", she looked around, "it's not so bad".  That should have been our warning, right there.


Turns out, we have plenty of rose colored glasses to go around.  "We'll save time driving there, since it's about 10 miles closer", we reasoned to each other.  We thought that driving 20 miles less round-trip would be worth it. We figured that even if we had to spend extra time there, it would have been equivalent to the extra time we would have spent driving to the northern DMV.

Nope. That's not how it worked.  I am glad to say, from this, we are learning the local dialect:

If something is "okay", that means it is glorious, magnificent, stupendous, and the most fantastic thing ever. If something is "not so bad", that means it is abhorrent, unpleasant, and should be avoided at all costs.

Using these new vocabulary words in a sentence, I can say: The DMV is not so bad, and relaxing at home with Easter candy is an okay way to spend the evening.  =]