Finally I just walked behind the counter myself, flipped through the envelopes of incoming faxes, and pulled out the one labeled with my alias, "Larry Curry [which the DMV had misspelled—it was actually "Currie"], Los Angeles County Welfare Fraud." When I pulled the sheets out of the manila envelope, I was pissed off: not what I’d asked for, just a picture of a nondescript lady. What the fuck? I knew DMV employees could be lazy and incompetent, but this took the cake. What idiots! I thought.