So I had to get my license renewed. Not a big deal, just had to pay, read the letters and the road signs on the viewer, get my picture taken and I'm out of there right?
Not exactly.
First, I had to find the building and then find a parking space, while listening to Edith (the GPS) yell at me for turning the wrong way. Is the female voice better than the English butler voice? Discuss.
Ok, then I had to wait in line to listen to the lame DMV jokes that I heard from the same guy - who is 10 years older than God - that I heard when I had to change the address on my license in November so I could vote. Same guy, same jokes. I think there's a string in his back that is pulled in the morning so the little recorder in his back will keep repeating the same phrases - like a Chatty Cathy doll only older and creepier.
Waiting in line got me a number, like at the bakery, and I was asked to wait "in the chairs." I was given a card to review the traffic signs. And it's only 8:30 in the morning, and my number is 115. And they're only on number 90. But the weird thing is there are only about 5 other people waiting, and only one person sitting at a cubicle with another DMV guy. I don't mean to get too mathy, but that.....doesn't quite add up.
And there are a lot of train pictures around....an eerie omen? You bet.
Hello. Gates of Hell.
So I'm waiting in the chairs as requested. This nice young guy in military garb comes in, gets a number and sits down near me. He asked where the review cards were located, and I told him to take mine, that I was done with it.
The words are still in a word bubble over my head, and the woman on my other side, says - as if we were in the middle of a conversation - "Yeah, I was in here yesterday? I had to take a driving test - you know, with a car? - in order to get my license back, and well, bummer but I couldn't because well, my car wouldn't pass the emissions test well actually I hadn't gotten it checked in a while so I had to go do that you know? Because I really need my license because I need to be in court on Thursday. So yeah." And she nods and turns to the woman on her other side, who just sat down. In the chairs. Starts to talk to her, same story.
I have to ask - what triggers people to start conversations like that? In the chairs.
