I'mma call this a good day
Mar. 3rd, 2015 06:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
monkey5sTerrible weather, rain and sleet on top of the built-up snow, with rain heavy around noon. I had planned to go down to the BMV's license agency in the next town south to do my vehicle registration renewal and driver's license renewal, then stop for groceries at the supermarket on the way home.
I finally did make it out to the BMV. I knew it would be best to get that over with, even though I had no intention of stopping for groceries in this weather.
And, for the record, I had the best/most irritating visit to the BMV EVAR. They are super low-tech, there's a basket up at the counter with hand-written numbers on pieces of paper, for you to take when you come in. I walked in, noted that there were only three people there, and took my number. I turned around to choose a seat and got my coat off, and my number was called! WOOT!
Except, when I reached for my wallet to get out my driver's license, it was not in my coat pocket. Hm. Did I put it into my walker bag? I know I left the house with it, and I remember taking it out of my coat pocket to put on the seat belt... Oh. Well. Um, I will have to gimp back out to the car and get it. "No problem!" she chirped. "You don't have to wait again, just come to my desk when you get back!"
So I clomped out through the puddles and slush, only to realize, when I got to the car, that I did not have my key. This is the key that I used to lock the car when I got out at the BMV, so I know I had it in the building. And, that's right, when I was painfully getting back up from the chair at her station, I heard a 'thunk!' as I picked up my coat to put it back on. I had glanced at the floor and didn't see anything, though. But as I clomped my way back to the building to see if my key was somewhere else, a man coming out asked if I had lost one. Seems it had bounced under the desk to where the clerk was sitting (who knew Mazda keys were so talented?!). The man went back in and retrieved it, to save me having to make the rest of the trip.
So. Yeah. FINALLY I got myself squared away, and got the documentation. And this time, my photo for my license looks more like a PSA on the evils of drug use, like, "Kids, don't do drugs or you could end up like this weirdo!" Which was an improvement over the photo four years ago, which was pure "escapee from the women's penitentiary." Also, as I was leaving, I realized that there were now about 20 people waiting. So, GREAT timing for me!
Now if it dries out EVER, I can get the stickers on my license plate and be all done for another year. And, as a bonus, I wore my trial contact lenses and DID pass the vision test (they're multifocal, and the reading vision on the left eye is still adjusting).
So yeah. Good day with a comedy of errors. And crappy weather.
I finally did make it out to the BMV. I knew it would be best to get that over with, even though I had no intention of stopping for groceries in this weather.
And, for the record, I had the best/most irritating visit to the BMV EVAR. They are super low-tech, there's a basket up at the counter with hand-written numbers on pieces of paper, for you to take when you come in. I walked in, noted that there were only three people there, and took my number. I turned around to choose a seat and got my coat off, and my number was called! WOOT!
Except, when I reached for my wallet to get out my driver's license, it was not in my coat pocket. Hm. Did I put it into my walker bag? I know I left the house with it, and I remember taking it out of my coat pocket to put on the seat belt... Oh. Well. Um, I will have to gimp back out to the car and get it. "No problem!" she chirped. "You don't have to wait again, just come to my desk when you get back!"
So I clomped out through the puddles and slush, only to realize, when I got to the car, that I did not have my key. This is the key that I used to lock the car when I got out at the BMV, so I know I had it in the building. And, that's right, when I was painfully getting back up from the chair at her station, I heard a 'thunk!' as I picked up my coat to put it back on. I had glanced at the floor and didn't see anything, though. But as I clomped my way back to the building to see if my key was somewhere else, a man coming out asked if I had lost one. Seems it had bounced under the desk to where the clerk was sitting (who knew Mazda keys were so talented?!). The man went back in and retrieved it, to save me having to make the rest of the trip.
So. Yeah. FINALLY I got myself squared away, and got the documentation. And this time, my photo for my license looks more like a PSA on the evils of drug use, like, "Kids, don't do drugs or you could end up like this weirdo!" Which was an improvement over the photo four years ago, which was pure "escapee from the women's penitentiary." Also, as I was leaving, I realized that there were now about 20 people waiting. So, GREAT timing for me!
Now if it dries out EVER, I can get the stickers on my license plate and be all done for another year. And, as a bonus, I wore my trial contact lenses and DID pass the vision test (they're multifocal, and the reading vision on the left eye is still adjusting).
So yeah. Good day with a comedy of errors. And crappy weather.
