Poison
People of the interwebs we need your help! Tomorrow Roland and I are embarking on our third attempt to get Florida drivers licenses. I'm sure if you all think happy thoughts, or perhaps clap and think of fairies, we will persevere. As I mentioned we have tried twice before and had little to no luck and a whole lot of DMV attitude. You know the kind that you really can't blame on the person because they have a horrible job dealing with horrible people, but you don't happen to be one of those people and maybe they could spare a teeny tiny bit of civility.
First we went in to the place where you get licenses (which incidentally is not the same place you get your license plate) and noticed
1. that there must have been a capacity limit for the building, like they have in restaurants,
2. that limit was surpassed a long time ago, and
3. As newcomers to The Line we were to be viewed as suspect until we had waited some undetermined length of time, when we would cross over to be accepted as fellow sufferers.
The line to talk to the reception ladies (and the source of the attitude) looked to be about 3 hours long and after that there appeared to be a waiting area with enough people for another 3 hours. Then we saw a sign that said we could call a number to get an appointment. That clearly looked like the way to go so I stayed in line while Roland stepped outside to call the number. After about 5 minutes he came back in and reported that he didn't get anywhere in the automated system which took him in circles and I think eventually went dead. Roland asked the not-so-friendly ladies and they curtly told him that the best way to get an appointment was to go online. Having received our daily allotment of hostile stares we decided to beat a hasty retreat. Back at the apartment we faithfully went online and found the appropriate website. We booked our appointment for 2 weeks later (What? Yeah, 2, count them, 2 weeks later).
Alas this was not to be. After getting up early to get over to our appointments we arrived to discover...they were closed. Huh? Oh, I see, the sloppily handwritten sign explains it all. Hurricane Rita (barely category 1 at the time) was due to make landfall in about 12 hours way south of us. FINE, better safe than sorry. Back home we go. But there is no information about what to do if your appointment is cancelled. We are forced to assume that they are just that, cancelled. Reluctantly we make new appointments, for 9 days later. Whew, only 9 days. And that will bring us to tomorrow and our (hopefully) final attempt.
First we went in to the place where you get licenses (which incidentally is not the same place you get your license plate) and noticed
1. that there must have been a capacity limit for the building, like they have in restaurants,
2. that limit was surpassed a long time ago, and
3. As newcomers to The Line we were to be viewed as suspect until we had waited some undetermined length of time, when we would cross over to be accepted as fellow sufferers.
The line to talk to the reception ladies (and the source of the attitude) looked to be about 3 hours long and after that there appeared to be a waiting area with enough people for another 3 hours. Then we saw a sign that said we could call a number to get an appointment. That clearly looked like the way to go so I stayed in line while Roland stepped outside to call the number. After about 5 minutes he came back in and reported that he didn't get anywhere in the automated system which took him in circles and I think eventually went dead. Roland asked the not-so-friendly ladies and they curtly told him that the best way to get an appointment was to go online. Having received our daily allotment of hostile stares we decided to beat a hasty retreat. Back at the apartment we faithfully went online and found the appropriate website. We booked our appointment for 2 weeks later (What? Yeah, 2, count them, 2 weeks later).
Alas this was not to be. After getting up early to get over to our appointments we arrived to discover...they were closed. Huh? Oh, I see, the sloppily handwritten sign explains it all. Hurricane Rita (barely category 1 at the time) was due to make landfall in about 12 hours way south of us. FINE, better safe than sorry. Back home we go. But there is no information about what to do if your appointment is cancelled. We are forced to assume that they are just that, cancelled. Reluctantly we make new appointments, for 9 days later. Whew, only 9 days. And that will bring us to tomorrow and our (hopefully) final attempt.
Labels: Florida
posted by Susan at 8:18 PM
1 Comments:
"It's funny 'cause it's poison!" (--Futurama)
Oh man, this story includes stupidity of epic proportions and it's hilarious! And I mean that in a laughing with you way.
I hope that yous guys have more luck at your next appointment! At least you can take your DS with you in case you still have to wait in line a long time.
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