To do one transaction at the Carmel DMV.
I was number 28 in line. TWENTY EIGHT. Of the four bays, only two were manned and true to DMV form, many people got to the head of the line without the right paperwork or identification. Somewhere when I was half way there, all four bays opened and I thought, miracle, miracle, I’ll be outta here fast. Ha ha ha. Nope. Two took THEIR lunch break.
My paperwork was all in order. I finally got to be the NEXT, handed over what I had, got out my $20 cash for the fee, she scribbled something in red, took all of 15 seconds, then told me to pay in LINE B. WUT??
Lord, Line B was easily a dozen people long, some of the same people with whom I waited in Line A. Made no sense to me. I coulda handed Line A lady my cash and been out, but Line B lady had to enter things in the computer and spit out a receipt. That took at most 30 seconds. All total, my transactions should have been 45 seconds in and out but nooooooo, not DMV bureaucracy. Insane. The men in line were happily distracted because there was a young blonde woman in a skin tight white dress and no VPL. You could see the men trying not to ogle but nonetheless seriously checking her out. It was funny.
Afterwards, my Tesla went into autodrive mode and I ended up at Red Rooster. Mmmmmmmm. I figured I deserved a soft cone after the agony on my feet standing so long in two lines. Yes I did.
The temps hit 89 in Brewster and it seems even warmer beck home. A breeze thankfully.
Time to put feet up a second. Dealing with the Post Office AND the DMV in one day is taxing.