Rotunda forces clerk at DMV to play carnival game Yesterday I went to the DMV to get a new driver's license after moving states.  It was pretty early in the day so it wasn't that busy and I didn't have to wait long to get to a kiosk to be served. Now, there are no dividers at these kiosks and you stand in front of them to be helped, rather than sit.  There's enough space between stations to get your job done, but apparently not enough to miss overhearing the following exchange next to me: Clerk:  "And what is your weight?" Rotunda:  "Oh gee I don't know." Clerk:  "Do you have an estimate?" Rotunda:  "I haven't stepped on a scale in sooo long." Clerk:  "Well how much do you think you weigh?" Rotunda:  "I don't know, too much!! Tee hee." This beast then demanded that the clerk GUESS HER WEIGHT for her.  I watched her step back from the kiosk so that the lady could get a good look at her.  I stifled some laughter and watched the thin lady helping me mask a smile as well. TL;DR:  Fat at DMV insists that she doesn't know her weight so the clerk should estimate for her via visual inspection.