As you may have read, unfriendly mustache cop gave me a ticket the other day (annoying) and then wrote half old / half new address on the ticket. And when I say old, I mean two addresses ago. I'm not really a rebel, but one thing I do not do is update my driver's license every time I move. This is for several reasons: 1) I move every year, 2) I have a CDL and therefore can't do it online, and 3) It costs money and I'm not into spending money on things that don't matter. But, when you get a ticket, turns out you can get an extra fine if you settle the ticket with an incorrect license. So I ventured to the DMV to get it updated.
When I got there in the morning, the line was 4 hours long, apparently it's the last day to get a permit before school starts for high schoolers and they, like me, all planned ahead and waited till the last possible moment.
I went away and came back in the afternoon and the wait was down to two hours, but since I only had to change my address I figured I'd get one of those comes-up-super-quick numbers. Well, sort of. Turns out if you have a CDL you have to take a new picture and update ALL of your information except for the vision test. Well, fine. So I sat down along with 80 of my closest friends and waited. Here are some of the highlights of my 60 minute wait:
- Jesus freak husband and wife preaching to the people sitting next to them and asking everyone with an iPhone to help them look up bible stories so they could complete their Christian crossword. Turns out the wife had had cancer and somehow that prevented them from taking each others' names when they married (28 years earlier) but now their daughter works for American Airlines and they want to take advantage of the free flying so they needed to update their records.
- Angry desk man who had to check everyone in. The maximum occupancy in the building was 49 and apparently you can't block the door, but when there are 60 people inside and another 30 in line, yelling at them to please close the door, keep the walkway clear, and have your license out when you get to his desk was a little bit ridiculous.
- Annoyed 80s perm lady who stepped out from behind the desk to tell us we were all being too loud. If they call your number three times and you miss it, you have to start over and they can't hear peoples' weight and height because the talking is just too loud. Uh, maybe it's because there are 568 people crammed into a 30x30 room?! And do you really think that babies can be silenced because every woman in Texas quietly conveys a fake weight to you?
- Black family(?) behind me. I'm not actually sure how they were related, if at all, but there was a mom aged woman , a teenager who three times wrote the wrong home address, and a young girl who couldn't believe the driver license office didn't serve free juice. The teenager had maybe just moved to Texas? I'm not sure but she had a special 900-level number but only one counter was taking care of that number and she was furious that it was the slowest worker. Plus she had to refill out her form three times because she didn't know her address and you can't use white out on an official form. The littler girl was cute but carrying someone else's purse and kept hitting people and she weaved up and down the crowded aisles.
- Inappropriately dressed 16 year olds. Who told you to wear booty shorts, crocs with socks, and see through shirts to your diver test?! Where is your mother? Ah, there she is, she must be the one in the ultra revealing maxi dress and 6 inch heels, yes now I understand.
So, good times all around but now I have an eleven dollar replacement for my CDL that will probably be incorrect in another 10 months.
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