The Driving Experience- Part 2

When I finally got up enough courage to walk into the DMV last Wednesday, I was pleasantly surprised to see that the only other customer in the building was an elderly lady. There was seriously no wait at all. So I went to stand in the customary waiting spot until they called me back there. Well I finally heard a man yell, "Ma'am", from inside the room where the employees are, so I assumed that meant me. My neighbor started gesturing rather impatiently for me to go in there, so I nervously licked my lips and headed in there. (When stuck between a room filled with savage DMV people, or the possibility of my neighbor becoming visciously angry at me, I would go with the former for the purposes of my personal safety....haha). Anyways, when I got in there, there were three workers. One elderly man sitting behind a desk, a blonde woman also sitting behind a desk, and a middle-aged man who was walking towards a room in the back. Since none of the other two people were looking my way, I decided that the man walking must have been the one who called me, and that he intended me to follow him. So I did. However, when I got to the door of the room he had entered, I noticed he was in the process of pouring himself a cup of coffee. Now for one thing I knew he wasn't nice enough to be pouring that coffee for me (seeing as how DMV people are pretty mean) and I also knew that he'd probably kill me if I disturbed him during his coffee break (though what's so appealing about coffee I'll never know). So I slowly took a step back, suddenly feeling like a humongous idiot and wishing I could disappear into the floor.

Well finally the blonde woman noticed me, but instead of asking me in a nice voice dripping with sweetness if she could help me, she responded, "Can I help you, ma'am?" in a voice that sounded like she wanted to hurl me off the nearest cliff. "Umm yeah I'm trying to get my license," I responded in a rather meek voice. "Well it was the man over there that called you earlier," she responded, indicating the elderly man sitting behind the desk. A smirk appeared on her face, like I was the biggest idiot she had ever met. I seriously considered running out of the room due to my considerable embarrassment, but that way I would have to face my neighbor, who would probably kill me for such a cowardly act. After deliberating, I stayed put.

First the man asked for my permit, which I gladly shoved in his face. I didn't care if he burned the thing I was so desparate for my license. Then he said, "I need your proof of insurance." I almost groaned aloud. "I left it in the car, sir. I'll be right back," I responded, jumping up and almost knocking over my chair in my haste. When I got back, very out of breath, he took one look at it and said in a grim voice, "Have you been added to the insurance policy?" Oh man. I knew I was in trouble because I had not the faintest idea what he meant. "Umm I don't think so...." My hands started sweating badly. "Who's with you today?" "Umm....my neighbor," I squeaked out. He gave me a look that was either a look of disgust or a look of, "what kind of an idiot are you?" He's probably still laughing about my idiodcy right as we speak. "I'm sorry, " he responded in a tone that told me he wasn't sorry at all, "but you have to have a parent or guardian to sign something before you can get your license. Also you need to be added to the insurance policy." I gulped rather loudly. "But couldn't I take something home for my mom to sign and then bring it back here?" I ventured. "She can't really leave the house right now....(due to my dad of course, but I didn't feel like launching into that whole tale). "I'm sorry but no," he responded dryly. I almost cried. Instead I simply nodded, said, "All right well thank you, sir" when really I wanted to punch him in the jaw and slowly walked out of the room.

So that was that. And now I can't probably get it until Wednesday of this week, because we have to line up someone to stay with my dad while she's gone, and they probably can't even come until Wednesday. And even that's not definite. *sigh* Oh well. So goes life I suppose. But that still doesn't mean I'm a happy camper about the whole affair either.....ugggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh