|Beelzebub's Agency Here on Earth|
We arrived at the DMV early - 35 minutes before they opened. We were already #22 in line at that point. That said, we knew going into this that it
Only one of us walked away with a license today and that was me. And that was only because the stunningly patient and mighty fine SML couldn't get her license (because she didn't have our marriage license!) and I was able to use some of her residence proof for me. You need to know that I spent several hours reviewing the document requirements and I checked it all off as I assembled our package (I'm not kidding - I walked in there today with a friggin' dossier). Apparently, because we live in a place that has two names according to the US Postal Service, this was too much for the DMV to handle. You know the DMV is jacked up when the USPS can handle a concept like an address having two names which can and are used interchangeably and the DMV can't. I don't have the strength to detail the conversation with the agent and the ensuing run-around that went down about this. Frustrating does not even begin to cover it but I did get my license.
Then it was time to register the cars. If only we'd been greeted by someone like this:
|If only she'd worked at the DMV today|
So, three cars have new plates and are appropriately registered. Only one of us has a drivers license, which is ridiculous. Four of us still have to go back. I can't send the Boy alone into that mess. I'm not looking forward to the return