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Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Registry of Motor Vehicles

Today, I had to go to the RMV in Worcester. When we were young we usually would call it, "The Reg" or the "Rizzle of Motor Vehizzle". It brought back fond memories of going to driving school and getting my license. It also brought back memories of when my registration was expired accidentally not too long ago. It also brought back memories of 'Nam.


I have yet to figure out the RMV. I try so hard to crack the code of the alpha-numeric system they have going on down there. It just seems like there is no rhyme or reason to it. Every time I go, there are SO many people...yet I always seem to only wait 5 minutes. Does this happen to anyone else? I just don't understand it. I like to yell BINGO when my alpha-number is called.

Getting back to the story, I went today to pay a citation that was overdue. Apparently, if I didn't pay it today they thought it would be best if I didn't have a license. What does not paying a speeding ticket have to do with the ability to drive anyway?

I'm a good driver...if they granted me a license when I was 17, they obviously think I am capable. Although, on my drivers test I tried to take off with the emergency break up (the car made a HORRIBLE SOUND)...took four right hand turns to circle the block and the guy thought that would be enough to consider me a licensed driver. You got to love Worcester.

Most people I knew that took it in other towns had a lot more things they had to do before being granted a license to drive. Which leads me to a thought on the presidency...I feel like from now on the Presidential candidates should be chosen as the leader of this country based on a driving test. Screw voting! They would have to take the driving test in EACH state to be fair. The one that passes the most, WINS! My opinion is if you can't parallel park...you can't run a country. Bush would have cheated and took the test with one of those new cars that parallel parks for you...I just KNOW it!

As I sat down in the waiting area, I noticed a man coming in from the cold. His face was all red...he looked like he had walked there from Paxton or something. He was in full sweat suit with a huge red belly exposed. (I didn't know that belly's got red from the cold...you learn something new every day at the RMV). He walked straight to the bathroom. I just thought it was a little ironic that someone who apparently didn't have a car would come in to use the RMVs bathroom.

I came to the conclusion that I like the RMV. Everyone looks shitty...no one dresses up to go there. There are many types of people. I saw this one guy who looked like he was on steroids with a huge neck & huge arms. He had a grumpy look on his face as he swayed from side to side with his arms out walking to his seat. I thought to myself, "what's this guys problem". But then he noticed that Rudolph the Red Nosed reindeer was playing on the speaker, smiled and did a little dance. (ha ha ha) I then immediately thought this guy was cool.

The only downside to the RMV, besides the fact you are usually going there to pay them money, is you can't have food or drink in there. I think that they should put in restaurants. They don't realize that people are hungry and thirsty in a waiting room. Think of all the money they could make. But then again just like swimming, you should wait at least an hour after eating to take your driving test. One last thought...I really don't think that the people who work there are human. I think they are aliens...no human could work that job. Plus, I think I saw a tentacle on one of them.


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