I’m now in a REAL ID state. Getting my new driver license was an adventure. Not counting the time spent on the Internet to determine what paperwork I’d need to bring* (and assembling it all), it only took four or five times as long to swap out my old license for the new POS, than it did in my previous state.
I… endeared myself to the DMV staff. They have a peculiar system in which you have to wait in line to talk to a clerk. The clerk runs through the list of required documents to make sure they have everything. Only then do they give the sucker a number so they can wait to be serviced (in the animal husbandry sense, naturally, right over the counter)…
…by the same clerk.
Most folks didn’t have enough documentation.
My endearing part was waiting for the bureaucratically bewildered boffins to exclaim, “So what do I need to do now?” and add to the clerk’s instructions, “And send nastygrams to your congresscritter and senators because those SOBs are the ones who did it to you.”
True, that won’t help. But I do think it’s only fair to share the misery with those assholes.
Next time — and suggested for those who still need to obtain a DL — I think I’ll just tell ’em I’m an illegal alien. They don’t have to cough up all the paperwork, just a Matrícula Consular ID card (which the Mexican consulates will hand out like dime store novelties to anyone with a smattering of Spanish).
Oh, and it now appears that I’m also registered to [-giggle-] vote.
* I’d planned to reregister my vehicle first, because that is listed as one of the acceptable documents for getting a DL. But it turns out that the DL is required (with another stack of forms) for the registration. Next time someone makes an offer for my truck, I’ think I’ll take it, and buy a bicycle.