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I had the weirdest experience at the DMV today. I've needed to go there for a few weeks, but the fires closed all the San Diego offices.
So, I roll into the Poway DMV. The usual 40 minute wait. They call my number, and a guy that looks like Rod Luck helps me. Since the car I'm registering is a 1969 Jaguar, it doesn't need to be smogged. So, I was confused when he yells at me, "Where's the smog certificate?" I say, "Uh...well...uh, I thought it didn't need to be?"
He then says "I've gotten so many people with that today," as he laughs like a madman.
He then starts to fill out a form, and yells something to a person a few windows down, that works at a dealership and is in their often.
He then gets mad that I didn't take care of something the last time I was in. And, I'm not sure if he's joking again. He wasn't.
He then says he has to look at the actual vehicle number and odometer reading. He says, "Is the car here?" I say "Yes," and we walk out to look at it. It's not parked in the first few rows, and he seems bothered we have to walk over to it. He then says, "This is too far of a walk. And, it's not far enough away that I can sneak a cigarette without my boss seeing."
I glance back, and say "That other building is blocking most of the windows, I think you're safe." He lights up.
He can't find my VIN, and asks me, in an angry voice, to find it. I'm looking all around the dash. He suggests I open the hood. It's nowhere. I call my stepdad, who's a great mechanic. He says "It should be near the drivers door, if not on the dash." We find it there.
We take care of that, but I have another thing that needs attention. He says, "I can't help you with that. But I'll give you another number, and you can wait again."
Gotta love the DMV.
I had the weirdest experience at the DMV today. I've needed to go there for a few weeks, but the fires closed all the San Diego offices.
So, I roll into the Poway DMV. The usual 40 minute wait. They call my number, and a guy that looks like Rod Luck helps me. Since the car I'm registering is a 1969 Jaguar, it doesn't need to be smogged. So, I was confused when he yells at me, "Where's the smog certificate?" I say, "Uh...well...uh, I thought it didn't need to be?"
He then says "I've gotten so many people with that today," as he laughs like a madman.
He then starts to fill out a form, and yells something to a person a few windows down, that works at a dealership and is in their often.
He then gets mad that I didn't take care of something the last time I was in. And, I'm not sure if he's joking again. He wasn't.
He then says he has to look at the actual vehicle number and odometer reading. He says, "Is the car here?" I say "Yes," and we walk out to look at it. It's not parked in the first few rows, and he seems bothered we have to walk over to it. He then says, "This is too far of a walk. And, it's not far enough away that I can sneak a cigarette without my boss seeing."
I glance back, and say "That other building is blocking most of the windows, I think you're safe." He lights up.
He can't find my VIN, and asks me, in an angry voice, to find it. I'm looking all around the dash. He suggests I open the hood. It's nowhere. I call my stepdad, who's a great mechanic. He says "It should be near the drivers door, if not on the dash." We find it there.
We take care of that, but I have another thing that needs attention. He says, "I can't help you with that. But I'll give you another number, and you can wait again."
Gotta love the DMV.