So, a couple weeks ago someone asked to look at my driver’s license and I realized it expired. 3 months ago. I thought I had better rectify the situation because though I haven’t gotten a ticket in years, no doubt now would be the time I did—Murphy’s Law and all that. Alas, you can only renew by mail once and I was forced to go to the DMV to get a new one. The old one was the classic laminated style that caused TSA officers (are they officers? workers?) to laugh anyway.
I walked in and there were people sitting everywhere, staring into space. A few kids were studying the driver’s manual. My heart sank. I grabbed a number. 86. Would you believe it? I sat down. Nothing happened for about a minute and I realized this would not be an in-and-out thing and I went out to get a book from my car. There was a guy at the counter and he seemed to be taking quite some time. This made me nervous. I read for a few minutes and they started calling numbers…78…79.. 80… Yes, they were blowing through these. Everyone was renewing. 81…he was taking the driver’s test. Speaking of kids these days, it seems that punk has come back, I saw two (sad) mohawks and a spikey blond Billy Idol look while I was there.
After about 10 minutes my number came up. I told the lady I needed to renew, handed her my license and sat back down and waited to get through the renew line. 10 more minutes of reading and my name was called. The lady in front of me in line seemed completely befuddled by the entire experience and needed all the directions twice. “Take this paper over there, fill out this part, sign at the bottom.” Blank stare. “Over there?” gesturing feebly with her purse. “Yes, take this paper over there…” Either she tests poorly or took too much prozac is all I can figure. The lady behind me was the chatty sort and was discussing lotion and things with the workers. I was somewhere in between. Took the eye test, gave my new address and info and got in line to pay.
They only take cash or checks! What?! Who doesn’t take debit cards in this day and age? Kootenai County Sheriff’s Department of Driver’s Licensing, that’s who.
Luckily I keep some emergency cash in my vehicle and went out to get it while I was waiting. Stood in that line a few minutes, paid my money, filled out my paper work, waited a few minutes, got my picture taken—and a fabulous picture it is too—I like how they ask if it’s okay. Uh, sure it’s for my license, I won’t ever look at it. With any luck no one will see it except the Del Taco people who ask for ID on a debit card. What is with that? Then I waited a few more minutes for my license to print out and was done.
The entire thing took 40 minutes, which isn’t too bad, all in all. As someone who hasn’t been there in 8 years and not since they moved into the new building it wasn’t a bad experience at all. The benches could be a bit more comfortable, but at least they were padded. The people working there were pleasant enough and competent and while there was some waiting around the lines were moving and that counts for a lot.