It was one of the hottest days of the year that day. I dressed as cool as I could without showing too much skin, I didn't want to scare anyone, and plus the last thing I need is skin cancer from the sun. So, I rolled out of bed, almost litterally, but that is another story, and fanned myself and got dressed. My nephew offered to give me a ride and that was an offer I wasn't going to refuse. So, as I climbed into the back seat, not that I have a rock star mentality or something, just that the seatbelt in the front seat passengers seat doesn't work that great. You have to open the door, pull it, close the door, pull some more, then push the seat back, pull some more and repeat until you get it so it will reach over your body and click in the seatbelt holder thing on the other side. That would have taken longer then an ant crossing the street. So, I happily climbed in the back and seatbelted myself in. Twenty minutes later or so there we were circling the parking lot of the DMV. I had both back seat windows down feeling the breeze, or lack of the breeze since it was far from windy that day. My nephew took a couple of laps around the parking lot, he never can decide on a parking spot the first time in, so he circles around and then waits for a car to pull out of a spot when he could have pulled in to an empty spot next to it. I almost told him to just let me out in the front of the place but I was in no hurry since I was 15 min early or so. Finally, after he parked, I was surprised to see that not so many cars were in the parking lot. I didn't get overjoyed or anything. I walked in sweating. It was hot or I was hot or both.
I took my place in the appointment line with two people in front of me. Not bad I thought. So, a few minutes later I had my number in hand and was sitting waiting for it to be called. I sat on the end of a seat, took off my light jacket and put it on my lap. No sooner then I had gotten settled then I heard it. I looked over to where the raised voice was coming from and standing in front of a window yelling at a DMV employee was a short man with dirty blonde hair wearing grey shorts and sandles. She asked him to lower his voice but he didn't comply. He went on and on about something concerning the registration of his truck. She walked away from him after a few minutes of his yelling and got her supervisior. The supervisior, stood in front of him and made the same request as the woman before him had made to lower his voice. He didn't. The secuirty guard stayed posted near the door, near the driver's handbooks and other forms and books. He didn't move. He didn't move until another customer came in and heard the yelling and she looked over and said "Security" in loud voice. He then walked over to the yelling man and stood beside him. The man said something about the volume of his voice and continued to conduct his business in a quieter voice but not much quieter.
At another window not too far away, a baby was screaming, apparently, the baby was not happy when the mother had to put her back in her stroller to conduct her business at window 8. The baby screamed for a few minutes and then stopped once the mother gave her a cracker to munch on while she continued talking to the woman behind the window.
Finally, my number was called. After I paid for what I needed, my duplicate ID, I was directed to the picture window. I walked around to the other side of the building to stand in the picture line which consisted of one person. No sooner then I got to the picture line an older woman stood behind me and she glanced to see her reflection on the back of a board where a mirrior is tacked up. She was trying to pat her hair down and decided that she needed a brush. She motioned for her husband who had been reading a thick novel to come over to her. He looked surprised and confused all at the same time and she told him she needed a brush which was in the car to brush her hair. He told her that she is not taking a group picture and basically her hair was fine and wasn't going to look any better anyway. She laughed and he went back to his seat and opened his book again. So, there we stood, one person in front of me and one behind. One problem though. There was nobody at window 20 to take the pictures. The woman in window 19 asked if she could help. I wiped the sweat beads off of my eyebrows and the man in front of me said yes we were waiting for pictures. She moved over one window and told him to smile. He said he hoped this picture would look better then his passport picture. We all laughed in the line.
A smile later I was done. I thought I did pretty good. I didn't have too many hot flashes even though it was 3 million degrees outside. So, off to the grocery store we went, me riding like a rock star in the back seat.
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