DMV = Angry People

Ever have one of those days that nothing seems to work out. Today was one of those days! I felt like everything I touched fell apart today...EXCEPT for my trip to the DMV. At the last second, I realized that my license plate registration expired July 31st (today). So I decide to take a late lunch to the DMV to take care of that and two other issues while I'm at it (renewal for Doug's old mustang that was sold and turn in the plate off of Renee's car). I was dreading all of the long lines and sour people that usually seem to hang out at the DMV waiting for what seems like hours upon hours to make a simple transaction.

When I entered, I was greeted with a sign saying basically "right" for suspended licenses, revoked licenses,... surrendering plates; left for everything else. Really it seemed like the sign should have read "if you broke the law or have a plate to turn in, go right" I looked right and the waiting room is completely empty. I looked left and there's the "angry" group I expected (a packed house with some people standing). Everyone looks just plain mad! I decide surrendering plates is looking very appealing at this point. I sign my name and take a seat. Within 2-3 minutes I get called up. I turn in Renee's old plate (no problems), show her the bill of sale for Doug's old plate that didn't get turned in (she makes a copy and notes something in the computer saying we no longer posses the plate/car - again, no problem), and I told her my third transaction I am probably in the wrong room for. She thinks for a second, shrugs her shoulders, and says "well...I helped you with these. Give me that one too." TOTAL GOD MOMENT for me at the DMV! She takes about 45 seconds of clicking on the computer and announces that will be $32. I hand her the money and she says I'll have to go to "the other" room and wait for the cashier to call my name. Pssssshhhhh (that's the air leaking out of my balloon of joy) I walk into the room with all of the angry looking people and smile at a few only to be shot with darts from their eyes. It's like walking into a herd of angry rhinos guarding their territory. Very scary!

Every eye watches me walk in only to skip the number tape dispenser. I find one of the 6 available seats out of about 50+. Literally, as soon as I sit down, I hear my name. With amazement, I stand back up and walk up to the cashier, sign my name, and pay as a grumpy woman approaches the desk. She's pretty mad and now everyone is really glaring at me. She belks out "do you have to have a number to get called up here!?" to the woman behind the desk and starts complaining. All I wanted was my sticker so I could just go back to work without eating lunch!!! The lady behind the desk gives me my new registration and sticker with a smile saying "thank you" (God bless those ladies and guys working there - that has to be a stressful job). Needless to say, I couldn't get out of there quick enough. I feared for my life while walking out of there!!! Those people mean business in that waiting room. With all of that danger present, it was still a God moment. What normally would have been hours was only about 15 minutes. God is good!