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GOOD TO KNOW
You Can Open Your Own Branch of the Department of Motor Vehicles
Yes, this is really a thing.
As the above photo demonstrates, going to the BMV has always been a nightmare.
You can practically see these people’s souls leaving their bodies. The guy with the briefcase is legitimately dead. He just hasn’t fallen over yet.
Now, as someone who’s convinced she knows everything — and I’ve operated under this assumption since at least my teens. Yes, I was a joy and a delight to my parents — stumbling across something I really didn’t know is like a tiny intellectual Christmas.
For example, after I carted my mom to the BMV (in Ohio it’s “Bureau”, not “Department” — Bureau has more of a 1984 ring to it, don’t you think?) to get her state I.D. (I chose the version that expires in eight years rather than four. She’s 93. That should be sufficient), I sang the praises of that particular branch to the gentleman holding the door for us as we left.
YES, IT HAD A DOORMAN.
I said, “It took me 40 minutes to transfer my tags yesterday in Medina. I will never, ever go there again.”
