January 20th, 2010

chop visits the oh-so-cheery dmv

The Chop had to go to the DMV today to get a new license… it did not go well. He took a credit card bill, his ID and his passport, but he ended up coming home (after waiting 1.5 hours) because he needed either a) a utility bill, b) a lease agreement or c) a bank account statement that was mailed to the house.

Three problems: all the bills are in my name (always have been), we bought the house (so no lease agreement) and we get our bank statements online (we’re green! mostly! somewhat! we try.).

We found the quitclaim deed I had to get to be able to pick up our recycling bins (seriously, who the fuck is going to come steal recycling bins that aren’t from their area? THEY DON’T LOOK THE SAME) and he went to the bank to have them print out a statement (we printed one here too, but you never know).

Ironically the printed statement from the bank? No good. And the deed? The person who helped him had to go ask the manager if that was OK.

Seriously. Can the DMV be any more of a complete fuck up? It’s like the ugly stepchild of government agencies, that went to prison for murder, got out on a technicality and is now torturing the rest of us because it hates life.