Thursday, Sept. 05, 2002 6:52 A.M.
The DMV Just a quickie here. No, not that kind of quickie. Aha! Google searchers, got ya!
Got the car and registered it Tuesday. What a trip! Our local DMV is a hoot. For the most part, they are very nice there. Yes, I said very nice. But I found out they have employed a female RAMBO!
The DMV here closes at 3:30. There is a sigh inside where you get your little number ticket that firmly states, "You MUST be in the building at 3:30!" Now this isn't brain surgery, folks. Not hard to understand. I does not mean that you can be outside smoking a cigarette, nor does it mean that you can be outside with your kid getting some air. No, it means that at 3:30 you MUST be in the building.
Well, at 3:40, along come Mr. I-don't-care-what-time-it-is-I-want-in. The door is locked. He bangs on it to get anyone's attention so he can come in. Well, I had been sitting there since 2:30. Yes folks, I said sitting. Our DMV has benches for your comfort. I am not moving to open that door for anyone.
Mr. I-don't-care.... Proceeds to bang on the door for a full 5 minutes while peering in. Let me take a moment to interject something here. Never, never, never place your hands on a window, framing your eyes like a pair of binoculars and peer inside anywhere. You cannot believe what a dork you look like. You can't really see in anyway. On a sunny day, it's about as close to a two way mirror as you can get.
Ok, anyway, Mr... finally realizes we aren't letting him in and moves along the window until he is level with Rambo Lady and still with hands up at the window, he is about 6 inches from her face, he starts yelling at her to let him in. In the most monotone voice I have ever heard, came her reply. "You must be in the building at 3:30" She sounded like the computer on an old Star Trek episode. He proceeds to yell something about how far he drove, the traffic was bad, etc. Her reply? "You must be in the building at 3:30". He continues yelling, she continues to repeat, "You must be in the building at 3:30". All of this, mind you is taking place as she keeps going about her business with the next person at the counter. Finally, Mr... yells that he would have been here but had trouble on the road. Her final response? "You must be in the building at 3:30 and your not in here NOW! Finally after about 15 minutes of this, he left. Boy I tell ya. If this woman is ever captured by the enemy, she will never crack. If she knows anything of value, don't worry. The woman is a steel trap!
This little episode would have been funny on it's own, but it didn't end there. Not 2 minutes after all of this happened, someone finished their business and exited by the back door as you are told. As soon as the door opened, in comes this 25-ish blond with her 5-ish kid in tow. Ms. Rambo hollers to Mr. License processor and tells him to grab the woman that just sneaked in. He goes to the woman and she pulls a ticket out of her pocket that proves she had been in the building but said she left to take her overactive kid outside for some air. He hollers over to Ms Rambo that she was inside but stepped out. Are you ready for this? Ms Rambo's reply: "You must be in the building at 3:30". He said that she had her ticket. Her response? "You must be in the building at 3:30". She was escorted out of the building rambling obscenities, let me tell ya.
I have come to the conclusion that Ms. Rambo is never going to get a job as the Welcome Wagon Lady.
Later...
Later,
Cosmic
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