August 21.
Recently, I decided to go ahead and visit what is known as that drivers license office here in Colorado, not to be confused with the DMV, which in Virginia, both places are the same and register. Here's my story titled,
"Drivers License - What's the Point?"
(Hell at the Colorado Drivers License Office)
40 mins after the office is open, there is already approximatley 50 people in line. The seating is maxed out, with the line out the door and with people waiting in their cars on a day where the high is scheduled to be in the 90's yet again. The woman handing out numbers quickly asks what you're in the office for and hands you a number to be called. You take the number and then head to the nearest ATM to take out cash, because the signs inside informed you that we here at the state of Colorado's Drivers License Office ( a division of the deptartment of revenue) are 10 years behind the rest of the world and will not credit cards. Upon returning to the office, you to plant yourself in a chair which will become your home for the next 90 days. After receiving no preliminary paperwork to fill out upon your initial arrival in the office, you begin to wonder how this state is going to be different in orchestrating this process. As you sit and people watch and learn of the process, you realize that every single teenager that walks into the place is expedited and called by name, to which makes their wait time little to nothing and yours gradually longer. The state by doing this clearly is suggesting that we would prefer to serve those who will have more accidents and DUIs in the next year first, than those who actually do obtain that 5 years of experience thqt help to keep the Colorado accidents down as Progressive Auto Insurance informs you on every couple sets of commercials. Number 06 your ticket informs you as an hour later the order is just arriving at 75. As you watch the minimal state employees punch away and approve another illegal immigrant into the country known for its freedom, you begin to boil as the clock dwindles closer to your call time for work at your new job. You know that once the large hand reaches the 20, that you must say farewell to the place whether or not you have been served and hope that there's a pretty lady close by for you to hand your number to, to make their wait time minimal and their day better. You finally look over to the peer next to you and voice your opinion about the time that you've been around and they agree that you've been here for a while and they understand why you would be disgruntled. Still waiting as the clock arrives as the 10 minute count down, where the current number is now just 11 digits away from launch time. With the signs declaring that your bank money is no good here, there is a sign underneath the "silence your cell phone" warning, declaring that we also do not accept any bills larger than $20, a notice that seems to make no sense when each person is paying the $21 fee, scratch that, $23... After the over two hours of wait, your number is finally called and you approach the bench. After being asked if any stranger has given you any bags to carry onto the plane, the optomistrist behind the counter asks if you wear contact lenses, where it clearly states the information on the data strip of the piece of plastic that legally aloud you to arrive at this destination today. After seeing the flashing lights on the left side, then the right (or was it the other way around?) You are granted the approval to have a horizontal picture card that really just serves as a purpose to buy alcohol and other miscalaneous drugs, however, you must now wait another 90 (7-10) days until your lifeline is sent to you in the mail, hoping that whatever 19 year old intern that was working data entry that day gets all of your information correct.
I should have just kept my VA license now that I went through that procees. I'm really afraid now to go to the DMV to register my car!
