Time to renew my car tag…time to experience the world of the DMV
30 people sitting in a room meant for 20. No one talks, because most people are there by themselves, that is except for the family next to me. She’s in her workout clothes talking constantly on the phone. He’s wearing a shirt and tie and wants nothing to do with being there. Their kid is singing his ABC’s at the top of his lungs.
In walks an old man who loudly announces, “I hope someone saved me a seat for this movie!” The guy to my left with the logo of a home remolding company on his golf-shirt gives a goodhearted laugh. I give a slight smile and stay quiet. If I make eye contact with the man he might sit next to me and I don’t want to have a conversation.
Three rows up and against the wall a man’s head is bobbing up and down as he tries not to fall asleep.
The older gentleman says even louder, “I see a few seats, this must be a very popular movie.” I stare at my phone, “please don’t sit next to me, please don’t sit next to me.”
In one big long sentence the lady in the workout clothes tells her husband, who wants nothing to do with being there, “I think we should get a dog that’s two years old because it won’t go to the bathroom all over the place and I already have to take care of our son who is doing a great job singing his ABC’s A, B, C, D, E, F G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y and Z you sing so well honey can you count to ten for Mommy I don’t think a puppy is what we need.” (I love how Moms have the ability to mix a conversation with their kids into an adult conversation…amazing) The husband, who wants nothing to do with being there, stares ahead and says nothing.
A woman in the second row gets up, throws her numbered ticket away and leaves.
The old guy finds a seat next to a woman, thank goodness it’s not me, and loudly asks her, “are they serving boxed lunches today?” The woman leans the other way.
A guy in the row in front of me checks his watch, leaves his numbered ticket on his seat and walks out the door.
The bobbing head man snaps his head up off his chest and with the palm of his hand quickly wipes the slobber off his chin. Too slow dude, I saw you…his head falls to his chest.
How long have I been here?
Welcome to the DMV.