One of the most joyless place in the world has to be your local DMV office. That’s why we avoid going there as much as possible. My California driver license is due for renewal this year. Normally I would choose the renew-by-mail option. However, I’ve been procrastinating on getting the REAL ID, a Department of Homeland Security identification requirement to board a U.S. domestic flight. This will be fully enforced May of next year, so I had to bite the bullet and visit the DMV.
Even with an appointment, I was not checked into the building until 10 minutes after my scheduled time. The line outside was that long. Coincidentally, the card payment devices at that DMV office were out of a commission, a fact that wasn’t relayed to those of us in line. It would be cash only, a huge bummer for me because I hardly ever carry cash. Luckily my housemate was home and just 10 minutes away. He came through with the cash minutes before my number was called. Clutch!
The paperwork to attain a REAL ID is relatively draconian. Firstly you need another form of identification (can’t be your driver license), which for most of us is our passport. Secondly you need two pieces of official paperwork that has your name and current address. I used a bank statement and the declarations page of my automobile insurance. The second part seems to be tripping some people up. I heard no less than two people while I was at the DMB not having the necessary identifying papers.
Of course, they didn’t get much sympathy from the DMV clerks. No need to be joyous and courteous toward customers when job security is already baked in. Though honestly there’s really not much for the clerk to do if the customer did not come prepared. On the other hand, the customer likely wasted two hours waiting and will now have to do it all over again on another day. I would be frustrated too.
Save for the snafu with needing cash, I had everything in order. The REAL ID diver license will come in the mail soon enough. And hopefully I won’t have to step foot inside that DMV for at least a few years.
Miss you finally.