Daily spewage of a bitter mind.

Last weekend it was pointed out to me that my driver’s license had expired back in June.  So I’ve been driving around without a license for a few months now.  Oops!

This morning I got moving a few hours early to get down to the local DMV.  I walked in, told the receptionist why I was there, he pushed the big button and out spit a ticket with a number.   I turned around to look at the large waiting area that was mostly full.  They had just opened up 20 minutes ago, how are they already full??  I’m never going to get to work today.  I was looking at the clock and began thinking of excuses to tell the boss.

Just then a computerized voice came over the speakers… 304.   I looked down at my ticket.  304!  The receptionist looked at me with a confused look… “Gotta go!”  I ran off before he could stop me.

I walked up to the a desk with a sign above it that said it was waiting on ticket 304.  A lady also walked up at the same time.  I have this feeling the numbers wrapped and got doubled up.  Heck, I’m not waiting for 1000 people, my ticket says 304 and damnit I will be served!

I signed the sheet, paid my $25, snap snap went the camera and I was out of there.

Whew!   I guess I won’t have any right to bitch about the DMV until mid-2011 now.

~ by dmoola on September 29, 2009.