Jessica? Jessica who? She’s sold more overpriced stilettos than Christian Louboutin, but Jessica Simpson’s learning the hard way that being fashion’s first billionairess doesn’t amount to a hill of beans to the government employees slaving over computers at the Department of Motor Vehicles!
With a hand on her hip and two snaps and a twist, a DMV clerk sassily put the busty bombshell in her place when she requested special treatment while renewing her license in Hollywood last month.
“Jessica didn’t want to sit with the Average Joes who were ahead of her,” an eyewitness divulged on the pages of the April 11 issue of The National Enquirer. “So she went to the front desk and asked in a low voice if she could have access to a private room while waiting for her number to be called.”
Yeah….bad idea.
“The no-nonsense female staffer answered Jessica in a loud, forceful voice, saying: ‘Miss Simpson, we didn’t do that for the governor and we certainly aren’t doing it for you!”
A humiliated Simpson, 30, sat on the verge of tears for nearly two hours after ending up on the receiving end of a “Bitch, Please!” rant from an employee none to pleased with the ex-pop star’s “I Don’t Do Commoners” speech. It serves her right, adds The Enquirer snitch, who has breaking news for Jess: We’re all chopped liver down at the DMV!
“Jessica pouted and scowled as she sat with her arms folded and stared straight ahead, kicking her foot. But hopefully she learned two big lessons — everyone gets treated the same way at the DMV and next time, MAKE AN APPOINTMENT!”
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