I think there is one bond that ties all Americans together and its not the love of our country. It's hatred for the Division of Motor Vehicles. I start the morning by waking up incredibly early for a night owl, 7:00AM PST, throw on clothes, and dash to El Cerrito, CA. Choosing to go to a smaller suburban town's DMV is the fastest way to get through this despicable errand. This is the second attempt to register the Maliblue hatchback (Maliblue is the official color of my car). The time before we did't have the 1 of the 100 documents that were needed, to get this over with.
The time before was actually pretty hilarious because we had to pass a written exam, to get our California Driver's Licences . I failed twice before I got a high enough score to pass, which resulted in a picture, now forever on my license (until I get a new one), which was far from flattering. It looks as if someone were learning how to smile for the first time, but instead, conjured a smirk. I really unflattering, contemptuous smirk. I was just really annoyed and tired, which is the perfect recipe for a bad picture.
But luckily this trip was successful, which we needed it to be, because we were running out of time to get this taken care of. The motivator for the registration was a big, fat ticket (around $700) that would only be waved if it we completed this task by the 23rd. Just in the nick of time! Post DMV fiasco, I came home to do some work for school until it was time to go my other place of employment. I work at a famous restaurant in Oakland, right down the street. I am a full time employee, at the moment, and so far it has treated me well. I got let go early because I was feeling ill and went right to bed.
DMV is pretty hateful. Back before WW2 if you wanted a driver's license in Maine, you wrote a letter to Augusta stating that you were over 16 and knew how to drive and you gave them your address. You enclosed five dollars (not even an SASE!)
ReplyDeleteAnd they sent you back your license!
And, of course, we still register our cars in the town office. If you ever move back to Maine!
Kill word verification. You can't see it, but anyone who comes to post comments (me!) gets all screwed up dealing with it.
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