Fun at the DMV
Well....after 5 years I decided to register one of my cars in California. I set up an appointment online 3 days ago and was only 5 mins late for it.
Bear in mind I live a stones throw from the mexico border here...matter of fact I can see the bullfight ring in Tijuana out the back door.
We walked in the DMV and I happened to glance down and see I was wearing one of my Border Patrol shirts. I instantly feared assassination...or at least being drug through the parking lot with a chain around my neck by a 30 year old Datsun B210.
I got my number called and of course I didn't have all the required paperwork. We had to re-certify the smog... No biggie, I took it a block away and they put the anal probe up the tail pipe and spun the wheels on the dyno. It passed with flying colors even though I haven't changed a spark plug in 5 years.
We went back in and it was even more packed...I drew another number and it was terrible.....there were 80 people in front of me waiting with lower numbers ! We settled in by the restrooms as this was the only open spot to wait.
I was doing ok, pestering my wife and stuff..staying kinda calm when this lady walks out of the womens room with a 18 inch toilet paper streamer hanging from her heel..Being the considerate guy I am...I pointed it out to my lovely, trophy wife and she was aghast ! She couldn't let this poor woman parade around the DMV with a Charmin advertisment all day long. She of course tracked the woman down and pointed it out too her.. I never figured out how the language barrier was overcome in that situation.
My wife then came up with a bright idea about going back to same lady that had helped us before...The kind woman gave us another ticket that was called in 5 minutes.... Ka-ching ! We were out the door in 2 hours including smog time, ice cream, verification and the toilet paper scene.
Well....after 5 years I decided to register one of my cars in California. I set up an appointment online 3 days ago and was only 5 mins late for it.
Bear in mind I live a stones throw from the mexico border here...matter of fact I can see the bullfight ring in Tijuana out the back door.
We walked in the DMV and I happened to glance down and see I was wearing one of my Border Patrol shirts. I instantly feared assassination...or at least being drug through the parking lot with a chain around my neck by a 30 year old Datsun B210.
I got my number called and of course I didn't have all the required paperwork. We had to re-certify the smog... No biggie, I took it a block away and they put the anal probe up the tail pipe and spun the wheels on the dyno. It passed with flying colors even though I haven't changed a spark plug in 5 years.
We went back in and it was even more packed...I drew another number and it was terrible.....there were 80 people in front of me waiting with lower numbers ! We settled in by the restrooms as this was the only open spot to wait.
I was doing ok, pestering my wife and stuff..staying kinda calm when this lady walks out of the womens room with a 18 inch toilet paper streamer hanging from her heel..Being the considerate guy I am...I pointed it out to my lovely, trophy wife and she was aghast ! She couldn't let this poor woman parade around the DMV with a Charmin advertisment all day long. She of course tracked the woman down and pointed it out too her.. I never figured out how the language barrier was overcome in that situation.
My wife then came up with a bright idea about going back to same lady that had helped us before...The kind woman gave us another ticket that was called in 5 minutes.... Ka-ching ! We were out the door in 2 hours including smog time, ice cream, verification and the toilet paper scene.
