I have been to the license place three times in the past week.
On Friday, I was told that I had gotten to the location too late. I showed up on Friday afternoon at 4pm knowing that they stop running out-of-state license exchanges at 4:30pm. I finally had my number called at 4:29pm and walked to the front to be told that the machiene was already down for the day and that I needed to come back Monday. I said I still had a minute by the clock behind the desk. I had all of the paper work filled out in advance. All that was needed was for her to call my old state and fill in her section of the paperwork. She impolitely told me to come back Monday. Her fake “I’m so sorry you had to wait. We can take care of you on Monday” dealio did not make me pleased. I left in a humph.
I came back this morning after my run-in with #VagabondVern. I walked in about 10:15am and took my number. I was number 31. They were on number 74. I would have to wait nearly 60 numbers for mine to be called. There were no seats open so I shimmied into a spot between a looker of a mother and an older gentleman.
At some point in the hour and a half that I was there before my number was called I moved towards the back of the room closer to the fan. I wasn’t going to have a seat, because there were quite a few older people as well as women who were in the room and I was always taught to give up your seat to either group. Besides, I can stand just fine.
The black guy next to me stared at me as I stood there with my materials. I wondered for a minute if I had taken his spot or something. I looked over and engaged in small talk.
“What number are you,” I said.
“I’m number 15. You?”
I told him I was 31 so he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled up number 16. SCORE!
I grabbed it and said thanks. I asked the guy on the other side of me what number he was: “43″ and I gave him my old 31. He was overjoyed.
Finally my number was called and I got to go hand in my info and get my new license. The picture is as horrible as most license photos are. You cannot smile or anything, so that didn’t help. The lady behind the counter said I looked “intimidating” when I wasn’t smiling or talking. The older lady working didn’t look like she had ever been intimidated by anything in her life, so I guess I should take that as a compliment.
The place also had people running around in green and white striped pants and white shirts that said “Corrections” on the back. If there is one place I don’t think convicts should be working it is in the license branch. Anyone else see a small window for wrongdoing? Yeah, me too.
Rent is paid, construction is still going on outside my house and I still haven’t met my neighbor. My room mate moves in Wednesday so I need to make sure the place looks okay.
Other than that, I’m loving it here.