I would guess that one of the things people like least is the DMV, BMV, or that place you get your driver’s license. In fact, trips to that place can be downright horrific. This morning I took a trip to my local DMV here in New Hampshire to get what appears to be a photocopy license.
I had heard some stories. They’re changing up the way they do things I guess and now you get a temp license and some central location actually prints the real thing and sends it to you. That just sounds like an opportunity for disaster with mail fraud.
The wait wasn’t too horrible. I got in and out in under an hour. Just had to fill out a short form, give up my Indiana license, show proof of residency (car registration), and show them my passport. Fifty dollars later, I was out the door.
It’s always interesting being in places like this and observing how people act and react to the situation. So far, everybody has been pretty nice to us here in NH, and this statement extends to both the city hall and the DMV. I don’t often utter this phrase, but, nice work government. One interesting circumstance was an elderly woman trying to either get or renew her license. She looked and sounded just like the grandma from Happy Gilmore. I kept picturing her answering the door with a KISS mask on. She wasn’t too happy about having to take the written test. Hopefully she did alright.
If you’re in the same boat as I am, my advice to you sir would be to get there early. Hopefully you’ll beat the long lines that snake around the room.
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