When you haven’t been to the RMV in a while you forget what it’s like. I mean you see stuff on tv shows and you think, it’s not really that bad. Uhm, yes it is or at least it is in the city.
First the “woman” you check in with was basically foaming at the mouth in pure hatred of everyone that comes through the door and she had a very visible mustashe.
Second you wait in line for what I think was at least a 1/2 hour or 45 minutes listening to the classy people around you say things such as:
Now you’ll be able to buy your own cigarettes.
[Automatic voice number announcer] reminds me of Bingo.
Then you get to the booth where someone actually deals with you and they are exactly like the people they show in sitcoms and movies. He’s lifeless, monotone and unamused by the world around him.
To make matters worse, I believe it is impossible to get a flattering picture:
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