Don't Make Me Use My Teacher Voice

Warning...Impending Rant..stand clear!

So today was the day I had to go the the North Carolina DMV to receive my North Carolina Driver's License. I didn't notice a sign reading "Welcome to Hell" but I guess I could have missed it.

My adventure started out with the lady at the desk. Now..I think it should be stated, before I go any further, that I remained totally polite, friendly, and cooperative throughout my interactions with the DMV folks. The lady asks for my ids. I gave her my passport, my Social Security Card, and my Indiana driver's license. She asked for my proof of insurance. I gave her that. My Honda is under Bob's name because he bought it for my last year. The insurance is also in his name. She asked where my name was on it. I explained the situation...clearly. She told me that I was going to have to call the insurance company and have them fax the proof of insurance there. I told her that they would send the same thing with his name on it not mine. She said, "Maam, you are going to have to call your insurance company, and have them fax the proof of insurance." She hands me their fax number and sends me back to the lobby. Okay..fine. I call the number and have them fax it and then take my number and have a seat in the main room. For a long time.

They have like 2 people working. Another person would come in and then someone would take a break so there was always 2 people. I understand that the economy has taken a turn for the worst, but seriously..the state can only afford to have 2 ppl???

Finally they call me. I go through all the stuff at the desk, including stumbling through the road signs during the "vision" test. Some of that crap is hard! Anyhow then he sends me to a computer for the "written" portion. I thought i'd never have to do that again since I became old enough to drive!! That sucked and I missed 4 of the 5 you could possibly miss. Anyhow I passed...barely. I come back and he tells me my fax never came. He sends me to a seat to call again.

I call and wait until I can go back to the desk again. They've faxed it and now they tell me that its not going to hold up because it doesnt have my name. Well no shit! Was it ME that told you that? Was it ME that told you that they would fax the EXACT thing I held in my hand??

So there I was, having been there for nearly 2 hours and they tell me I have to get a form sent in by the insurance company. The dumbass woman sends me back to the same seat I called from the 2nd time to make a 3rd call to the insurance company. I start to call and one of the DMV guys shouts across the room "You can't use your cell phone in here. You have to do it in the lobby." First of all I already HAD used my cell in there the 2nd time they told me to call the insurance company. I said.."Sir! Your lobby is full! There is not standing or sitting room." He insisted I make the call in there. At that point I was fed up with the lot of them.. I said. "You know what. That's fine. I'll take the three steps into your "lobby" to make my call. Better still..I'll take five steps and find myself another branch." And left.

Why do people have to be so lazy and rude? If the lady would have told me what to do the FIRST time I explained the situation, then I wouldn't have wasted 2 hours in there.

I'll try a branch next time that ISN'T in the ghetto.

Market Street DMV... You suck!

BTW..I'm watching 'Burn Notice", which is one of my favorite shows on TV right now. Its like James Bond/MacGeyver. Anyhow its weird but this is the only thing that Guinness has consistently sat in front of and watched. His little eyes dart back and forth and his head keeps tilting haha. It must be all the flashy colors and movements. Although..can dogs see color? I'm not sure.