If you ever want to see the ultimate example of an inefficient, pathetic state managed agency, visit your local DMV. My experience was nothing short of a disaster. I arrived early hoping to beat the crowds but it was to no avail. The parking lot was completely full and the residential streets in the area had harsh warning signs equivalent to having your car crushed and melted down if you dared to park remotely close to the DMV. After hiking a few blocks, I arrived to a sea of homo-sapiens. At least I think they were human. Did I come on Neanderthal day? Or is it possible that mankind is de-evolving?
After standing in a long line with a confused look on may face, I was given number G138. Yes, I know I should have had an appointment, but my license had just expired and I couldn't wait two weeks. Anyway, I was lucky enough to find a seat between Jabba and Jar-Jar Binks. Fortunately, I was prepared with a good book. But after an hour and a half of sitting there I was literally going stark crazy. When the main computer shut down for a half hour I almost lost my mind. It takes a special kind of person to work at the DMV and I applaud those civil servants for their hard work.
So its just shy of three hours when I get to get my photo taken. Everyone in front of me took their photo looking like they were on America's Most Wanted. But I had to be different. So when the clerk said, :I'm ready to take your photo". I tried to picture myself by the ocean walking on the beach on a warm sunny day. I fooled myself long enough to manage a pretty decent, tooth bearing smile.
My experience today was horrible. I'm not sure which is worse, dealing with the DMV or contracting the swine flu. Who knows, with my luck I may have been exposed to both.
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