Seriously… I’m off to my least favorite place in the world again…. the DMV. I would rather go to the doctor, the dentist, a middle school band concert – you name it, anywhere but the DMV.
This trip should be a little good – Kaity’s taking her behind-the-wheel driver’s license test. Wish her luck. Of course, I’ll be standing in the dreaded line. They know me pretty well there. It’s seems like I’m there every month for something or other. We seem to own a small fleet of vehicles, motorcycles and trailers.
Now, I’m not trying to give anyone ideas, or making threats, nothing like that, but, seriously…. I’m always amazed that no one has ever gone “DMV” – you know, like “going postal.” There is no where on earth as aggravating! Even with an appointment, if I remember to make one, it takes for-ev-er… and then 9 times out of 10, there is something wrong which will require another trip. Someone missed a signature, or signed on the wrong line, or I need proof of this or that.
And, it’s not always my fault! There was the time I went to register my car, had to go in because I never got a renewal in the mail, and they realize the plates on my car are registered to another vehicle… one I owned 20 cars ago. Yep, if I got pulled over in my 2002 Volkswagen they’d run the plates which would come back to a 1982 Honda. “But really officer, it’s not a stolen vehicle!” Then they ask me how this happened. Uh, I’m just getting over the shock that every car I’ve driven for the last 20 years has been illegally registered and we’re all just finding this out! You tell me! Believe me, this takes a good 45 minutes, two people and a supervisor, to finally have them decide they’ll have to send the whole mess to Sacramento to figure it out because they’ve never seen anything like it and haven’t a clue how to fix it. Oy.
Last trip I had to register a motorcycle that for some reason had two titles (pink slips). They look at me like I manufactured one myself! “Why do you have two?” …. uh, I’m here so you can tell me. Again, three people, 45 minutes…. Oy.
Oh yeah, and they send me home with another form to bring back “next time” with the odometer reading. They insist it has an odometer. I insist this motorcycle has NEVER had an odometer. They insist. I insist. They win. I turn around and hang my head and shuffle out with my form… they always win. Oy.
Never get it done in one trip. People always turn around and leave looking ever so confused, mad, and defeated… I am totally watching everyone, ready to dive under the chairs for when someone loses it. I’m just saying, some day they’re gonna piss off the wrong person.
And what amazes me is I’ve been going to the same DMV office for years… and it’s always the same people. There’s no turnover. How can you work for a place where nothing makes sense, everyone’s paperwork is screwed up, and you make people mad all day long?! – and work there for years! These people are tough. No matter how frustrated I get, I’m always extra nice and polite… I figure they must take cr*p from unhappy customers all day long, I don’t need to be one more.
So, I’m always a little scared when I’m there.
You can believe I’ll bring my sock… I’ll need something to keep me occupied and calm. Even though I had to knit this short row heel twice to get it right, you can believe I’d rather knit it twice more than go to the DMV today.
I sure hope Kaity passes, and I’ve got all my paperwork straight…
Ok – I’m done ranting for today…
BTW.. I don’t know what shows up on your computer, but when I click on the pic for bigness, it’s an exact life-size replica in size and color of my sock. I’m taking that as a good sign.