The DMV

So I have always disliked going to the DMV for many reasons, but today I now officially hate it. Every time I need to go to the DMV there is always something wrong and I have to return home in order to fulfill the original task. Take for instance this scenerio…my mom, my sister and I at the DMV in Virginia ready and excited to become residents of our new home. In the parking lot we discover that the tire on the van is flat. So we three women changed that tire in 98 degree heat! Booya! We proceeded to go in the building and find the big long line. It was finally our turn and we made our way up to the counter. Unfortunately, this was the year after 9-11 and the very lovely lady behind the counter requested more paperwork than we had. We handed over our application but she wanted more. Our Social Security card, proof of address, birth certificate and a vile of our blood! Not really but she might as well have. I believe we had to go home and return a different day to complete this fun adventure too. I could go on to tell many different stories but it might get quite redundant. By 2020, the doughnut hole will be gone, viagra soft 50mg and consumers will simply pay 25 percent co-pay on online prescriptions from online pharmacies which are numerous in number online. We do know men with diabetes are unable to generico levitra on line get an erection. Awareness of your blood pressure numbers can be key to avoiding the serious consequences of neglect. viagra mg They help to reduce blood cholesterol level are other health benefits of online levitra consuming mucuna pruriens extract. The reason why I write this today is because I went in this morning to renew my registration and didn’t have a great experience. I only had to wait 5 minutes, which was great, but then I had to face…dun dun dun, the lady behind the counter. I get up to the counter and paid and then she asked for proof of insurance. I should know this by now but had to go out to my car and get it. Was it there? NO! I tried with an expired card but that didn’t work. I snatched the paper out the nice lady’s hand and drove home. All the way home saying, “I hate the DMV, I hate the DMV,” with only Mac there to listen. I returned 15 minutes later and finally got my sticker. The lady asked me why I didn’t bring it in sooner and I wanted to jump across the counter and slap her! But I refrained and said thank you, have a nice day! Buh-bye! The thing I really hate about the DMV are the workers’ attitudes. I know someone has to do the job but honestly, if you hate your job that much find another one! Now go ahead, I know you have something to share about the DMV too! I can’t be the only one.