19 October 2006well, dip me in chocolate and throw me to the lesbians
Posted Oct 09 2006 12:00am
I had another experience with the North Carolina Division of Motor Vehicles on Friday. My wallet has mysteriously disappeared and along with it, my driver’s license, insurance card, green card, Canadian Social Insurance card, among other things. So, after tearing my apartment and car apart, I dug out my Social Security Card and birth certificate and drove over there.
This DMV was shiesty looking, very NJ-style. It was tucked away in this strip mall that had clearly seen better days. Most of the stores were closed or having “EVERYTHING MUST GO!!” sales. So, I walked in and immediately a woman with the genteel Southern accent asked me what I needed. I told her and she asked me what ID I had. I was shocked to find out that what I had – my SSN and birth certificate – were enough. How very different from the NJ’s six-point ID system.
‘Two pieces of ID prove who I am?’ I thought. ‘Oh boy!’
They gave me a piece of paper with a number on it and told me to sit down. Half an hour later (!!), they called my number. A terrifying looking blonde guy in uniform was waiting at my kiosk. When I told him I’d lost my wallet, he just shook his head at me and asked to see my ID. Five minutes later, I was done with him and told to wait until they called my name to take my picture. Not even five minutes after that, they did. The photographer’s name was Vanessa too, and we giggled about that. She took my picture and I barely had time to sit down again before she called me back up, asked me to verify my information and bid me a good day. All in all, I was in and out of that DMV in a pleasant 45 minutes.