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How To Get A Real Drive In College

, , , , | Working | November 1, 2017

My driver’s license was never delivered to me, so I have to go to the DMV to get another one sent. The employee ends up charging me for a new license, despite the fact that the original one they sent never reached me. I decided to pay for it, since I need the license and it’s not too much.

I end up writing down two addresses: my home address and the mailing address.

My license was delivered two weeks later….

…with my college’s mailing address listed as my home address.

Now, I have a driver’s license that says I live inside the mail room of a college.

Talking About Music Therapy Requires Therapy

, , , , | Working | October 14, 2017

(I can’t complain too much because I end up getting my license renewed in 10 minutes, but I have the weirdest conversation with the employee who processes it.)

Employee: “Wow, 21? Did you get hammered on your birthday?”

Me: *the question takes me by surprise, but I laugh a bit* “Oh, no; I just went out for a drink with some friends. I was living in New York before coming back to Colorado, which is why the license is so expired.”

Employee: “Oh. So, what were you in New York for?”

Me: “Completing my clinical hours for a degree in music therapy. I worked in hospice, on an adult and pediatric program.”

Employee: “Aw, where babies go to die?”

Me: *pause* “Unfortunately, yes, sometimes.”

Employee: “So, music therapy. You help people sleep?”

Me: “Not quite.”

(I explained a little about music therapy, grabbed my license, and shimmied on out of there. All I know is that I didn’t go through four years of school and 1,200 clinical hours to help people sleep!)

Bigotry Is Impatient

, , , , | Friendly | September 11, 2017

(I live an a pretty diverse neighborhood. I have just gotten into the line at the DMV, when a woman gets in line behind me. We are the only two white people in the short line, which we will get through within five minutes.)

Her: *whispering to me* “Don’t you just wish that immigration control would storm in and shorten this line up for us?”

(I turn to see her smiling at me, waiting for me to respond in agreement.)

Me: “I’m not too concerned about how long the line is. I’m just bothered I have to deal with a racist old bag while I wait.”

(She scoffed and looked away. She spent the remainder of the wait muttering to herself about how she would have to pay for all the insurance for THOSE people, and that they were just going to end up running over white kids.)

In A Bothersome Spot

, , , , | Friendly | September 5, 2017

(I am at the DMV to renew my driver’s license… and it is MOBBED. There is a line of roughly 20 cars circling round-and-round the lot looking for a space to park. There is one car parked to the side with the four-way flashers on. I pass her several times, as does everyone else in line. When a spot opens up, I take it. I get out, and she pulls up.)

Driver: “Didn’t you see me?! I was waiting for a spot!”

Me: “We were all waiting for a spot. You were parked off to the side.”

Driver: “Well, that’s my spot!”

Me: “Sorry.” *casually walks inside*

(I was not sorry. When you see 20 other cars in a line, circling a parking lot, looking and waiting for a space to open up… you get in line and hope for the best. You don’t park off to the side and assume someone’s going to say, “Oh…that lady back there…maybe she was waiting for a spot. I’ll just go ahead and leave it for her.”)

Their Stupidity To Be Given No Quarter

| Working | July 9, 2017

(I’m at the Department of Motor Vehicles renewing my driver’s license when this occurs.)

DMV Employee #1: “Okay, so that’ll be $16, and you can pay by cash or check.”

(A door opens and a second DMV employee leans their head out.)

DMV Employee #2: “[DMV Employee #1], if I have 180 quarters, how many dollars is that?”

DMV Employee: #1: *speechless*

Me: *speechless*

DMV Employee #2: “I mean, like, do you times it by four?”

DMV Employee #1: *speechless*

Me: “45 dollars. It’s… 45 dollars.”

DMV Employee #2: “Oh, okay.” *exits*

Me: “Was that for real?”

DMV Employee #1: “Unfortunately… yes.”

Me: “Oh, jeez, I’m sorry.”

DMV Employee #1: “It’s even worse… That’s the manager!”