My favorite place
Yes, that's right. It was time for a trip to the DMV. This time though, it was all my fault. I want to get a motorcycle endorsement, so I ran home to grab my passport (because we need 6 "points" worth of identification). I grabbed more documentation, just in case.
I hadn't been there in a long time, so I got on the wrong highway. Took me a while to figure that one out. So I made a U-turn and came back and got on the correct highway... in the wrong direction. I think it's because it is so nice out here.
After figuring that out, and getting on the right highway in the right direction I nearly make it. I say nearly, because a block away from the DMV a train was crossing and backing up... crossing and backing up. If I hadn't known there were tracks there, I would have thought they were trying to parallel park the thing.
Past the train, into the DMV. It was surprisingly empty, I don't know why. I took the opportunity to rush right up and get the little form. I had to borrow a pen from the girl working the information counter. She was very dubious at first, making me sincerely promise that I would return it.
Hmm. On the form they had mailing address and physical address, in case they are different. I keep everything pointed to my PO box. I move too often and there are too many way people that screw up physical addresses. So, I fill it out and go back.
She asks for my '6 points'... "Do you have your 6 points?" ... she even has a little pamphlet entitled "6 Points", in case I don't know what the hell she is talking about.
I hand her my Driver's License and Passport (That's 8 points, BTW... I'm an overacheiver). She looks at them and then asks for a social security card. I tell her I don't have one (having lost the stupid little paper thing to a washing machine incident years ago... one of only 2 documents you need to have your entire life and they make it out of paper...). However, I had brought my W-2... Which, as it clearly states on the DMV web site is valid proof of social security.
She takes my W-2 and then asks, "Do you have a debit card?" I am pondering why on earth she would need my debit card. I have provided her with no less than 10 points, proving who I am almost 2 times more than I need to prove it. I am beginning to doubt my own identity. But, instead of arguing, I just hand over my debit card (keeping a close eye on it). For all I know though, she swiped it on a hidden scanner and I will soon be short several thousands of dollars... time will tell.
So, with that all out of the way, she says, "I need proof of your physical address." Grr... Everything has my PO box... I don't have anything so I have to leave. On the way back I catch the same train... backing up, pulling forward... etc. For about 10 minutes. I make most of the turns on the way back to the office... a mere 2 hours after I left. I am trying to think of something I have that has my physical address on it, the only thing I can think of is my Cable bill.. but they have my address wrong and I have been unable, for months, to get it corrected by them.
Will InnerFonzie be unable to get an endorsement because his Cable company can't get his address right? Will he be able to afford a motorcycle after his bank account is drained?
Hmm... cliffhanger...
I hadn't been there in a long time, so I got on the wrong highway. Took me a while to figure that one out. So I made a U-turn and came back and got on the correct highway... in the wrong direction. I think it's because it is so nice out here.
After figuring that out, and getting on the right highway in the right direction I nearly make it. I say nearly, because a block away from the DMV a train was crossing and backing up... crossing and backing up. If I hadn't known there were tracks there, I would have thought they were trying to parallel park the thing.
Past the train, into the DMV. It was surprisingly empty, I don't know why. I took the opportunity to rush right up and get the little form. I had to borrow a pen from the girl working the information counter. She was very dubious at first, making me sincerely promise that I would return it.
Hmm. On the form they had mailing address and physical address, in case they are different. I keep everything pointed to my PO box. I move too often and there are too many way people that screw up physical addresses. So, I fill it out and go back.
She asks for my '6 points'... "Do you have your 6 points?" ... she even has a little pamphlet entitled "6 Points", in case I don't know what the hell she is talking about.
I hand her my Driver's License and Passport (That's 8 points, BTW... I'm an overacheiver). She looks at them and then asks for a social security card. I tell her I don't have one (having lost the stupid little paper thing to a washing machine incident years ago... one of only 2 documents you need to have your entire life and they make it out of paper...). However, I had brought my W-2... Which, as it clearly states on the DMV web site is valid proof of social security.
She takes my W-2 and then asks, "Do you have a debit card?" I am pondering why on earth she would need my debit card. I have provided her with no less than 10 points, proving who I am almost 2 times more than I need to prove it. I am beginning to doubt my own identity. But, instead of arguing, I just hand over my debit card (keeping a close eye on it). For all I know though, she swiped it on a hidden scanner and I will soon be short several thousands of dollars... time will tell.
So, with that all out of the way, she says, "I need proof of your physical address." Grr... Everything has my PO box... I don't have anything so I have to leave. On the way back I catch the same train... backing up, pulling forward... etc. For about 10 minutes. I make most of the turns on the way back to the office... a mere 2 hours after I left. I am trying to think of something I have that has my physical address on it, the only thing I can think of is my Cable bill.. but they have my address wrong and I have been unable, for months, to get it corrected by them.
Will InnerFonzie be unable to get an endorsement because his Cable company can't get his address right? Will he be able to afford a motorcycle after his bank account is drained?
Hmm... cliffhanger...
posted by Inner Fonzie at 12:12 PM
5 Comments:
Jersey's backwards drivers have upgraded to trains I see.
You sound as though you have the same problems as me. I'm always driving down the wrong highway in the wrong direction.
you're back! yayy :)
There are cliffs in Jersey? Dude...
Actually, there are some cliffs. They don't have mountains high enough to ski on, so instead, there are some ravines that people ski down. It's a little odd to be driving along and see a sign for a ski slope only to look out your window and see a deep ravine with machine sprayed snow all over it.
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