Subject: At the Motor Vehicle Department
From: Unicorn (unicorn@indenial.com)
Date: Tue Feb 15 2000 - 15:01:34 EST
"At the Motor Vehicle Department (DMV)"
Much to my chagrin, I realized the other day that
my drivers license expired on my birthday on
January 20th. {Ok, so I had a *blonde* moment
and totally forgot about it.} With its usual efficiency,
the Department of Motor Vehicles failed to send
me a renewal reminder. I could have renewed
my license by mail, had they done so. I began
to wonder if Y2K bug did affect the DMV.
After a phone call to the DMV, I found out that I
can blame another government agency for my
misforture: the ever powerful Post Office as the
renewal was mailed to me after all.
In full make up and with a sense of dread, I dragged
myself to the DMV. I had a slight panic when I saw
the number of people there but the lines were
reasonably well-organized. My worse experience
was posing for the picture. Facing the powerful and
unflattering white light, I knew exactly how the deer
feels when he's staring into the headlights of the
oncoming car. For some reason, the lady, and I use
the term loosely, had to do it twice. I am not looking
forward seeing the results of her photographic
expertise. Can you imagine telling your friends
what you do for a living? "Oh, I am a photographer...
for the DMV." Ugh.
Actually, with 48 minutes in 3 lines from start to finish,
it wasn't all that bad of an experience. I realize that
workers at DMV see hundreds of people every day
and have had it *up to here.* I realize that common
courtesy is not very common these days. But would
it hurt them to smile? Even if it's ONCE in a while?
One can't have bad days *every day*... I sure hope not.
P.S. This was written a few days ago. I just got my
driver's license in the mail. Surprisingly, the
picture looks half-decent. I won't be ashamed to show it.
This has been an intermittent appearance of
LadyHawke's Reflections.
Copyright 2000 Irene A. Mystery
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"Wrapped Up Bat?"
After spending 3-1/2 hours enduring the long
lines, surly clerks and insane regulations at
the Department of Motor Vehicles, I stopped
at a toy store to pick up a gift for my son.
I brought my selection - a baseball bat - to
the cash register.
"Cash or charge?" the clerk asked.
"Cash," I snapped. Then apologizing for
my rudeness, I explained , "I've spent the
afternoon at the motor-vehicle bureau."
"Shall I gift wrap the bat?" the clerk asked
sweetly. "Or are you going directly back
there?"
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