DMV - Stands for Hell on Earth

I would rather be water boarded than hang out at the DMV.

And here are a few reasons why:


1) I got to the DMV today 30 minutes before they even open, and I was the 8th person there. By the time they opened their doors 10 minutes late at 8:10am, there were over 40 people in line.


2) It's a sad place. The first person in line, who was also getting her name changed after marriage, had obviously been there since 7am in the morning. She was immediately told by the front desk that photocopies of marriage certificates are not excepted, only the original. Commence bursting into tears.


3) It is the clearest possible display for the stupidity of the general public. While I do feel sorry for crying girl above, READ THE DIRECTIONS ON THE INTERNET, idiot. It clearly says original certified copy of marriage license.


4) The employee who assisted me spent at least 5 minutes making jokes I did not understand about how I must have health problems, why else would I have gotten married? Ha. Ha. Shut up. I figure if he does that for every single person he helps, and let's just guess that at his rate it is about 30 people per day (which is a stretch), that's 150 minutes of time wasted. AKA, 2 and a half hours of his working day.


I can tell you from personal experience, after having waited over 6 hours the last time I went to this DMV, this is 2 and a half hours of my life that I want back. I am quite sure that the other mixing bowl of applicants would feel the same.


At no place should you have to wait so long that you can finish an entire book in the Twilight series.


At no place should you have to wait so long that people clap for you when your name is finally called.


One thing I've learned from all of this tedious name changing stuff is that if the man were responsible for changing his name, there would be a lot more hyphenated baby names in the world.