Spent a couple hours at the DMV yesterday. Rather odd experience. The layout of how you wait looks like it was designed by a 3rd grader. Paper signs every where, different colors. One lady that works there yells at everyone "What are you doing today?" in a loud voice. Forcing everyone to yell back what they need done. Then you are directed to a ticket machine to pick a category, then a ticket is popped out. An "A" or a "B" or a "C" ticket. The lady is still yelling at you as to instruct you. In front of several other people, with the effect of making you feel like a moron. Then you are loudly told, from across the room to stand in one of the matching A B or C colored lines. As near as I can tell all this for nothing as the 2 or 3 people working there take you in order, no matter what you need done. While waiting in line you are loudly reminded to stay in line or loose your place. After going there last week to ask what I needed I learned my lesson. I got a ticket, got in the right line and wasn't yelled at. I thought. It seems I still had to yell why I was there, then told I did it wrong as inspections do not need a ticket and now I had an invalid ticket that needed to be voided.( With a heavy sigh on her part) I was told to wait in that line over there, the one that wasn't marked or had anyone in it yet, for the officer and he would take my name and I will wait over there,,, over there, in those chairs, there, (pointing). 18 hours later,,, well maybe 20 minutes, but time drags by while watching other people being yelled at for not knowing the rules and where the correct lines are. I get to meet with the nice officer, truly was a nice guy. He was a young guy, had no idea what a "Tote Gote" was, or a mini bike, let alone one on steroids, or why in the world would someone want one. Tho he remained nice, polite, and professional, the whole time. He asked a few questions, showed a bit of curiosity as to how I was going to use it to haul an elk. But after about a 15 minute detailed look see, while I was asked to wait back inside ( I think so I could enjoy the demeaning showing that was going on) I was called back up to the nonexistent line and given a couple forms to sign. And I gave him 25 bucks. This was done outside so he could show me where he put my VIN number. Then I was told to go back inside, wait in line and get my title. Crap! do I need a ticket? Everybody needs a ticket! So I go to the ticket machine, touch "Title" and get a ticket. "NOW WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" "Getting a ticket to wait in line to get a title." Showing her my handful of forms and my ticket. Well I guess I didn't need a ticket for this, but oh well. But I still had to wait in line. When I was next she asked for my ticket. It was out of sequence. How did I get that number? So she yelled the other 2 numbers out repeatedly, and decided I was next. Pretty easy I thought as there was only3-4 other people in line and they were in a different line. Orange line, I was the only one in a red line. So I get there and it seems her voice has one pitch and volume, even if you are close. Where I am told I need all my receipts so we can figure a value, as my 1,000$ number I gave must be way to low. I said 800-1000 dollars, which is truly about what the parts cost, minus beer. So I was instructed to come back later when I had my homework done and signed by mom,, err I mean my receipts in order and DO NOT lose those forms the officer gave me or I will have to start all over. (even tho I have a VIN number on the bike now). Earlier thu this ordeal she came out from behind her desk to talk to someone she knows to explain how stupid people were and most could not read as there was signs everywhere, including one that said "Stop Here" Read Signs", She said she would have to put up more signs as people were not smart enough to read the ones she had. The waiting, the paper work, the inspection, the officer, were all pretty much straight forward and other than boredom of waiting went well. The demeaning side show given at the expense of people just walking in made it something I hope never todo again, but I will, to dump all my receipts on her desk and get my title. Or maybe I will add them up, staple them and try to get out quickly, not sure.
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