Oh my goodness, first the hotel suck and now this. Lord, I tell you, I swear I must attract these people in groups.
I went to the DMV (or the Licensing Bureau as it's called here) to renew my drivers license.
In July 2005, they enacted the Show Me Proof law that basically said you had to arrive with every single document ever issued to prove yourself, a pint of your blood and your first born child/pet.
So I gathered all my info, and waited patiently for my electric bill, bank statement or whatever came in that would satisfy the proof of residency. Now that I have my bank statement, I feel prepared enough to go down to the DMV.
This happened on my lunch hour, and amazingly enough, there wasn't even a wait. The suck comes from the person who was helping me.
I handed over my notification card, my old license and all my supporting documentation which consisted of my birth certificate, marriage certificate, SS card and bank statement.
DMV Worker (herein DMVW): Your last name on your license is different than your birth certificate.
Me: Yes, which is why you also have the marriage certificate.
DMVW: Oh.
A little bit later..
DMVW: Please look into the box and read line two *this is the eye test*
I look into the box. There's nothing, no light, nada.
Me: I can't see anything.
DMVW: There should be. Are you blind?
Me: *blink..pause..blink* No. If I were blind I wouldn't be able to tell you that the calendar behind you says August 7. Or that your shirt is blue and green.
DMVW: Oh, I see. It's unplugged. *plugs it back in*
Me: *still can't see anything* Um..there's still nothing.
DMVW: Look stop playing games and read the damn line already.
After going back and forth for a few moments, she finally comes around the counter and looks to see that sure enough, there is nothing there. Finally she gets out the ancient chart and I read that for her. Then the different signs below the chart.
After a few more minutes, I pay and get my license, which she hands to be with a very sarcastic "Have a nice day". I so wanted to show her how nice a day I could have, but it would involve damaging my shiny new license and depositing it up a rather nasty orifice.
I went to the DMV (or the Licensing Bureau as it's called here) to renew my drivers license.
In July 2005, they enacted the Show Me Proof law that basically said you had to arrive with every single document ever issued to prove yourself, a pint of your blood and your first born child/pet.
So I gathered all my info, and waited patiently for my electric bill, bank statement or whatever came in that would satisfy the proof of residency. Now that I have my bank statement, I feel prepared enough to go down to the DMV.
This happened on my lunch hour, and amazingly enough, there wasn't even a wait. The suck comes from the person who was helping me.
I handed over my notification card, my old license and all my supporting documentation which consisted of my birth certificate, marriage certificate, SS card and bank statement.
DMV Worker (herein DMVW): Your last name on your license is different than your birth certificate.
Me: Yes, which is why you also have the marriage certificate.
DMVW: Oh.
A little bit later..
DMVW: Please look into the box and read line two *this is the eye test*
I look into the box. There's nothing, no light, nada.
Me: I can't see anything.
DMVW: There should be. Are you blind?
Me: *blink..pause..blink* No. If I were blind I wouldn't be able to tell you that the calendar behind you says August 7. Or that your shirt is blue and green.
DMVW: Oh, I see. It's unplugged. *plugs it back in*
Me: *still can't see anything* Um..there's still nothing.
DMVW: Look stop playing games and read the damn line already.
After going back and forth for a few moments, she finally comes around the counter and looks to see that sure enough, there is nothing there. Finally she gets out the ancient chart and I read that for her. Then the different signs below the chart.
After a few more minutes, I pay and get my license, which she hands to be with a very sarcastic "Have a nice day". I so wanted to show her how nice a day I could have, but it would involve damaging my shiny new license and depositing it up a rather nasty orifice.
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