Trouble at the DMV

We went to get our driver's licenses today at the DMV. The building was actually a trailer in the middle of nowhere in a forest (Mississippi style?). I brought all my proper documentation as listed on the website, but the not-so-nice government worker and then her supervisor put me through the ringer, saying that, "Yes, you can use the gas bill with your husband's name on it to prove domicile, but did you bring your marriage certificate to prove he is your husband? For all we know, you could be siblings, ma'am." I showed them my social security card with my maiden name. Apparently not acceptable. I had brought the printout of the requirements from the website, and I very politely pointed out that it said nothing about bringing a marriage certificate, but they just brushed me off and treated me like I was being unreasonable. As you can imagine, I was not pleased. So I sulked in a chair and looked at the dirty floor while Jeff got his license. Then I pointed and said, "Ha!" when I noticed the phrase, "The Hospitality State" emblazoned across Jeff's new license. I may look nice, but as you can see I get ticked off every now and again.