I have a BIG birthday coming in 4 days and my driver’s license was about to expire. You can only renew online every other time, so this year was the year I had to physically go in the BMV.
I planned on it taking forever.
I intended to be at the BMV by their opening time of 9:00 AM. I didn’t make it. I could see the over-full parking lot long before I was close enough to pull in and groaned. I walked inside the crowded room and took my number — 32 — at 9:23. Fully prepared to wait forever, I took a seat and turned the ringers off on my phones.
But you know what? There were at least 10 stations all filled with smiling people! This can’t be the license branch because every single time I’ve ever been inside that place it’s been a royal pain. I worried that I was being punked.
15 short minutes later…
Within 15 minutes my number had been called, my eyes tested, all my documents scanned (I didn’t do real ID last time), my address changed, and my photo taken…
Don’t smile… push your hair back…
HOLY COW! That’s not me!! Not even OLDER THAN DIRT me. That is the face of a lifetime criminal if I ever saw one. I know because I watch ID and Oxygen like it’s my job. 😉
It looks like a prison intake photo, y’all.
My only complaint about my BMV visit is that they don’t provide smiling glamour shots. Otherwise, it was a pleasant and efficient experience.
I was dreading it for no reason at all.
Now you know: The US enacted permanent Daylight Savings Time in 1973. It was repealed within a year when public support for it plummeted after the following winter.