  Today I went in after a half day of work. I assumed I would have plenty of time to take care of this, arriving just before Lunch. Well, I wait in this line that wraps around the building. At the conclusion of the line, some woman that was too unpleasent to get a job in collections esentially asked me "what the hell do you want? " After sharing with her all my documents, and surviving an interrigation that would keep america safe if only it were implemented by the Department of Homeland Security, I was given a number, and an oppertuntiy to sit down while I wait. So, about three hours pass, and I finally get called. My documents are scrutinized even further. Apparently, they weren't pleased with the choice of stamp that Washington State decieded to use on my Motor Vehicle record. So unpleased, they attempted to turn me away until I got a new document, to which I responded, "Who am I to tell the State of Washington how they should stamp their official documents.
" Well, after a couple of supervisors got off their bueracratic asses to review my papers, I was given another number so I could take my tests. So I wait another half hour, and then take a quick written test. Well, it is about 3:45 then, and they stop the drive testing @ 4:30 (convient bankers hours... I suppose to avoid being inconvienced). Well, finally, I get my test at about twenty past four and manage to pass that as well.
So, back to waiting again, and the dmvs closes at five, about twenty minutes away. I wait, and wait, and count the seconds, and soon five o'clpck comes. All the last numbers get called, and finally, I am the only one sitting there. So, I ask the front desk nazi why my number hasn't been called, and she tells me to ask all the window people. I ask all the window people and they tell me to ask the front desk nazi. I ask the front desk nazi again, and she tells me to get a supervisor.
So I ask her for a supervisor, and she sends me to the window people. So, I go back to the window people, ask for a supervisor, and the supervisor says... "We close at five, you are going to have to come back tomorrow. " The bastards! I will be back tomorrow. 
