once parked, i grab the check book since the department only takes cash or check. what is that? open up the glass door and peer inside. people are lined against the walls like cattle waiting to be butchered. i take my number and sit myself down by the counter and window. the old lady next to me is complaining to the lady next to her about anything from politics to dust on the floor.
the clock on the wall seems to have stopped and so i check my watch. did my battery die? nope, time just stopped. we're stuck on number 44 and my number is 59. "too bad i didn't bring my ipod" i think to myself. maybe next time.
45. 46. 47. three people have been helped. 48 or 49. 50 or 51. c'mon lucky number 59! 52 or 53. 54. 55. 56. 57 or 58. 59?
"hi, i need to renew my license."
"ok, we'll call your name."
i go back to my place and wait. the guy that had his number in front of me has his named called but apparently his license has been suspended in some other states so they have take care of that. a phone call is placed. then another and one more.
my name is finally called. my vision gets tested and a check is scrawled out. fill out this form. take this over to the other side. wait in another line. the camera is in my sight. "please sit down." "look at the camera." "smile." "is your picture ok?" "please sign here."
an hour and fifteen minutes later, my face and electronic signature are on a plastic piece of, well, plastic. whew!