I have to go to the tire store in a little while. Wolfgang bought a truck that desperately needs a set of tires. Really, we can't believe the previous owner was still driving around on them. When we first looked at the truck, I went to check the thread depth on the tires and couldn't find a thread to check!
So, since I'm the resident *Hop Sing around here (harumph!), I'm taking the truck for new tires. This after I was subjected to the DMV yesterday.
Okay, actually I offered my services since I've got time right now, Wolfgang has profusely expressed his gratitude, so maybe don't tell him about my
I mean, I just don't understand this particular DMV office. First of all, it's about two miles from our house. I could easily walk or bicycle there, but yesterday I drove.
I walked into the comfortably air conditioned and pleasingly decorated office where I was greeted by a pleasant DMV person. She quickly checked to see that I had the proper documentation, then issued my number: 703.
I looked up at the convenient monitor to see that they were currently serving 699, then settled in for my wait. I also checked my watch.
At just under four minutes later, my number was called. I had barely sat down and got a feel for the layout and counter numbering system of the place! How rude, right??
Despite that, I managed to find the counter I'd been summoned to. The helpful and efficient DMV person clicked on the keyboard a bit while looking over my documents, got up a couple of times, shared a joke with the next staff person over, took my payment, and handed me plates, title, registration, and receipt. I checked my watch again.
The ENTIRE visit took 11 minutes. That beats my previous record at that DMV of 12 minutes.
And the reason I drove there? I needed a few groceries, and this DMV happens to be conveniently located in a friendly shopping center that includes a comfortable grocery store.
Dare I say that the whole errand was enjoyable?
Don't be envious, though. Our post office still sucks.
*Everyone knows Hop Sing? Or is it just us old folks?