Helpful Hints At The DMV
Published in the Desert Valley Times
August 9, 2005
Her last words as I left her desk are still ringing in my ears.
“I don’t want to see anything about the DMV in your paper next week.”
I get a lot of that these days.
In fact, if I heeded those words every time I heard them, this space in your newspaper would be filled regularly with badly-drawn pictures of flowers done in crayon.
Or another ad.
Fortunately, I’m hard headed.
I made my annual pilgrimage to the local DMV office last week.
It’s a trip that rivals trips to the dentist and regular proctology exams as less-favored destinations.
But bashing the Department of Motor Vehicles is almost cliché, like shooting over a baited field.
Instead, I’m going to offer a few tips for your next trip to this hallowed state agency as a public service.
Before I begin, I just wanted to acknowledge that the lady who helped me last week is terrific.
In fact, the entire staff at our local office seems to be among the most competent and friendly in the entire organization.
And I’m not saying that just because I don’t want my driver’s license number to end up on some website with a flashing banner that says “Steal this guy’s identity for fun and profit.”
They really are helpful and capable.
Unfortunately, even really good sailors occasionally find themselves on Russian mini-subs at the bottom of the ocean.
Now for the helpful hints.
First, bring a book.
I would recommend “War and Peace,” or a similarly lengthy tome.
If you can’t read, bring lots of picture books.
(Although, the inability to read might pose a problem when you try to take that ever-important license exam.)
If someone in a hat and trench coat comes up to you in the DMV parking lot and whispers “I’ve got number 23,” pay whatever he asks.
Scalped numbers may be the only way you can get in and out of the place before your toddlers graduate from college.
Speaking of toddlers, please leave your small, crying, running, screaming children at home.
If, as I suspect, you can’t beg or con anyone into watching your little demons at home, try bringing along some items to keep them occupied and quiet.
Narcotics and a gag are perfectly acceptable.
If you have more than one, I would recommend seating them in different areas.
Maybe Logandale and Scenic.
Next, and I say this as respectfully and lovingly as I can, please shower or bathe before showing up.
Ever taken a whiff of three dozen sardines jammed into a can after being left open in the desert for a few days?
I know the French consider it de rigeur, but in a confined space like the DMV waiting area, yesterday’s manure-moving project isn’t going to make you popular.
Another suggestion is to make sure you bring plenty of money.
As a rule of thumb, bring as much as you think you’re going to need, then bring more.
You have a better chance of escaping the dollar slots section of the Eureka with your wallet intact than the DMV tag renewal process.
For those who don’t know, there is no grace period when your tags expire.
I thought the state would be understanding, since I’ve been busy covering flag football games, attending water board meetings, and being broke.
The punishment for being five days late on my tags cost more than some peoples’ divorces.
If you happen to see me at the I-15 exit with a cup and a sign that says “Will write for tag money,” please be kind.
And finally, be nice to the good folks working behind the DMV counter.
It wasn’t their idea to fine you $250 because the dog ate your insurance card.
Your anger should be directed at the yahoos in Carson City who passed such idiotic laws.
And if you can manage to get your car registered, get your tags renewed, take your driving exam, pass your road test, get your photo taken, and get your driver’s license issued, all in this lifetime, I would recommend you drive straight to Carson City and tell them about your anger.
Just be sure to bring along a valid I.D.
5 Comments:
I find it amusing that neither country's government offices run smoothly....it must be a pre-requistite to work in a government office "Must work snail's pace for job"
9:04 AM
That's why cliche's are cliches - 'tis true. Now the State of Missouri requires a certified birth certificate to get your licence. And when you thought it was safe to go back into the water.
11:13 AM
In Georgia, you can renew your drivers license by mail, so I haven't been to the DMVS (Department of Motor Vehicle Safety - new and improved name, same slow service) in six years, and still have another two before I have to go back.
Who would have thought that Georgia?!? would come up with a good idea like that?
2:08 PM
Prior to going to the DMV I always make sure to hit myself in the head two or three times. It always makes it less painful.
12:01 AM
There's just something about a bureaucracy in ANY language!
Actually, RD, it makes sense that you have to present a certified birth certificate to get your license in Missouri. After all, it IS the "Show-Me" state! (Sorry, couldn't resist.)
Luke, I've heard of those Mail-In services for drivers licenses. What do they do about the photo? Just continue to let you show off that high school pic deep into your 30s?
Too funny, Cindra! I hope the ACLU didn't see your post, otherwise they'll be suing drivers license bureaus all over the country for equal driving rights for the visually impaired.
Alison, we have a similar system here in Mesquite, where you put your money in, push a few buttons, and it spits out a slip of paper. It's called a slot machine. We only attach them to our car tags if we have partaken in one too many of the free drinks they ply you with when sitting at the machines.
I tried that, Jack. Unfortunately, it caused me to fail my eye exam. ;)
To all my online friends...sorry for the long delay between posts. I've been helping set up a new little league football program in our town, and it's eaten up all my time.
The good news is we handed out equipment last night, which should free up some time until the first game in September.
Thanks for hanging in there with me!
*Morris
7:45 AM
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