3. Stupidity of the DMV
My temporary registration expires after today. I thought it might be fun to wait until the last minute to get that straightened out. So a quick trip from work in Sherman Oaks on my lunch break was in order.
Upon arriving, I remembered the efficiency of the machine known formally as the California Department of Motor Vehicles. Parking spot in this section? No. How about this one? Nope. Over here? Fat chance.
Clearly, there were a lot of unhappy motorists already on the premises. I pictured obese, disgruntled employees sitting in numbered cubicles telling frantic citizens that they didn’t bring the right forms with them, or whatever. I circled the lot. Twice. Then I gave up, and went back to work.
Total time wasted = 47 minutes
The point of all this? I’m still driving around, now with expired tags. Not to mention that I still have an Indiana driver’s license, even though I’ve lived here for almost 3 years. This isn’t the first time I’ve tried to go to the DMV. I do have a day job where I can’t exactly take off for 2-3 hours. And that online appointment nonsense? Sure it works, if you want to schedule one for 11:00 AM – 2 weeks from now.
I wonder how many other cars are on the road illegally. How many are not even insured. Oh, DMV. Why do you make life in L.A. so difficult? It makes us want to hurt you.