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My state ID expired last month on my birthday. However, I only just got around to getting to the DMV to renew it today because we're going out of state for Christmas this year and because my mom had the day off and could drive me there. */backstory*
The Brain Burp/Self-Sighting
So I get my number and we sit down to wait. Luckily, we didn't end up waiting very long and, when my number was called, I went up to the desk. I explain why I'm there and give them my old ID. Sometime last year, though, their policy had been changed so people needed a proof-of-address to get a new ID.
Alas, I did not have that, so I called the bank. They couldn't fax it because they can't do such things just over-the-phone. Lucky for me, though, there was a Whiskey Foxtrot branch a couple blocks away and the lady I'd spoken to said that I could go get the papers I needed and, when I came back, wouldn't need to take a number and could just wait on the red Xs near the front.
As we were leaving the DMV, though, and this is where the brain burpiness comes in, my mom spotted a banana yellow sign on the door detailing the new policy.
We both had gone right past it and somehow didn't see the damn thing. So we drive to the bank, I get the proper documentation (the teller automatically knew what it was for when I told her what I needed 
), and we come back.
All's well and no harm done, right? C'mon, y'all should know better than that.
The Rather Bitchy Trainee
So we come back to the DMV and, standing near the entry/exit door is a woman with a shiny 'Trainee' badge. We explain to her that we'd gone to get the necessary proof-of-address and that we'd been told earlier that we wouldn't need to take a new number.
Her: "No, you need to take a number. Too much time has passed."
Us: "But we were told by one of the tellers that we wouldn't need to."
Her: "Nope. You need to take a number."
My mom: "I can see the woman right there. She assured us we could just go in."
Her: *huffs* "Fine. Go ahead."
That was it. No verifying with the employees (the one who'd helped me earlier was *literally* about 10 feet away). Just arguing. But we finally go in and wait.
As we were there, it turned out that one of my mom's former coworkers was there as well, so we were chatting with her and her son when Bitch-in-Training comes over. Rather abruptly/demandingly, she says "You need to be standing directly on the Xs if you're in line. Otherwise it just looks like you're standing around." I can understand and appreciate that rules are rules, but she said it in the snottiest way possible.
As it turned out, though, we probably should've just taken a freakin' number, because it was taking a while and I was third-or-fourth in line behind everyone else who was waiting on the Xs. So my mom goes to see if she can get a number. Bitch-In-Training gets what I can only describe as a Cheshire Cat grin and says (I could hear it perfectly because the office isn't really that big), "You insisted that you didn't need a number, so you'll just have to wait."
Luckily, I finally got stuff taken care of after another...I dunno how long it was. We left the house at noon and got home at about 3:30, if it's any indication of how long the overall process took. As we were leaving the second time, I said to my mom as we were getting in the car, "Next time, I'll just do the whole renewal thing online if I can."
The Brain Burp/Self-Sighting
So I get my number and we sit down to wait. Luckily, we didn't end up waiting very long and, when my number was called, I went up to the desk. I explain why I'm there and give them my old ID. Sometime last year, though, their policy had been changed so people needed a proof-of-address to get a new ID.
Alas, I did not have that, so I called the bank. They couldn't fax it because they can't do such things just over-the-phone. Lucky for me, though, there was a Whiskey Foxtrot branch a couple blocks away and the lady I'd spoken to said that I could go get the papers I needed and, when I came back, wouldn't need to take a number and could just wait on the red Xs near the front.
As we were leaving the DMV, though, and this is where the brain burpiness comes in, my mom spotted a banana yellow sign on the door detailing the new policy.
We both had gone right past it and somehow didn't see the damn thing. So we drive to the bank, I get the proper documentation (the teller automatically knew what it was for when I told her what I needed ), and we come back.All's well and no harm done, right? C'mon, y'all should know better than that.
The Rather Bitchy Trainee
So we come back to the DMV and, standing near the entry/exit door is a woman with a shiny 'Trainee' badge. We explain to her that we'd gone to get the necessary proof-of-address and that we'd been told earlier that we wouldn't need to take a new number.
Her: "No, you need to take a number. Too much time has passed."
Us: "But we were told by one of the tellers that we wouldn't need to."
Her: "Nope. You need to take a number."
My mom: "I can see the woman right there. She assured us we could just go in."
Her: *huffs* "Fine. Go ahead."
That was it. No verifying with the employees (the one who'd helped me earlier was *literally* about 10 feet away). Just arguing. But we finally go in and wait.
As we were there, it turned out that one of my mom's former coworkers was there as well, so we were chatting with her and her son when Bitch-in-Training comes over. Rather abruptly/demandingly, she says "You need to be standing directly on the Xs if you're in line. Otherwise it just looks like you're standing around." I can understand and appreciate that rules are rules, but she said it in the snottiest way possible.
As it turned out, though, we probably should've just taken a freakin' number, because it was taking a while and I was third-or-fourth in line behind everyone else who was waiting on the Xs. So my mom goes to see if she can get a number. Bitch-In-Training gets what I can only describe as a Cheshire Cat grin and says (I could hear it perfectly because the office isn't really that big), "You insisted that you didn't need a number, so you'll just have to wait."
Luckily, I finally got stuff taken care of after another...I dunno how long it was. We left the house at noon and got home at about 3:30, if it's any indication of how long the overall process took. As we were leaving the second time, I said to my mom as we were getting in the car, "Next time, I'll just do the whole renewal thing online if I can."
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