The DMV

Yesterday, I had the pleasure of visiting my local DMV. I would have rather had a colonoscopy. Each of those is a shitty experience but the latter one is at least for your health. I had to make 3 trips back and forth to the DMV before I even got a number to wait on line. Each time I went, I was told I needed another form filled out. I have no idea why the first person couldn't have told me everything at once. Each time I needed a new form, I needed to go to my son and have him sign it. Since he needed this transaction to be done that day and he had to go to work, he did not have the time to wait there himself. When I finally got my number and waited the 1 hour until it was called, I had the pleasure of getting the nastiest customer service person. I named him Poindexter. He was a sullen, redheaded, eyeglass wearing geek. He reviewed the papers and said that he didn't like the way the "D" was signed on one of the papers.Sometimes when we sign our names, the signatures are not always identical. I told him that my son signed every one and that is why I had to make 3 trips to his house. He said he would not do the transaction. I asked for a supervisor. She came over and looked at the papers and said, "Just put them through". Now Poindexter was livid. He had a hissy fit and flung the papers around so much that they fell on the floor. He also informed me that he was going to order an "audit" on this. I said fine. I have no idea why he would need to waste taxpayer's dollars on the issue of a crooked "D". I finally did what I needed to and went home. I hope Poindexter loses all of his teeth except one, and that one should give him a toothache. (That, by the way, is an old proverb).