DMV is such an interesting place. It is the essence of bureaucracy. Imagine the things in life that many people are counting on running like a DMV office. Healthcare, social security, IRS, etc.., that’s how the government does things.
My reason for going there is to renew my license. It had been pointed out to me it was about to expire by TSA agents at the airport. I said to them ” so it expires, it’s still me in the picture”. They said once it expires it is no longer considered valid ID, and I may be delayed even further. OK, OK, I get it…get it renewed!
So in an effort to speed up the process, I print the form s needed at home and fill them out ahead of time. When my number is finally called, I approach the counter with said paper. The agent asks “where’s the second sheet?” I explain that the second sheet is for parents to give permission to their minor children for a license. I tell him I simply need a renewal.
He says I need to fill out a new form that has page two printed on the back, ’cause he needs it too. I take the new form over to another counter and fill in the info again. I look on the back and again see the info for giving permission to a minor. So, I bring it back to him and say “I don’t understand why you need this page, I am not a minority, I mean minor”.
It was truly just a slip of the tongue, but somewhat ironic that the agent was a black man. After catching myself and slipping in the “I mean minor” part I chuckled a little, pointing out to him I realized my mistake. He caught it right away and started laughing as well. Luckily, he had a good sense of humor and thought nothing more about it (as nothing more was ever intended by it).
So there I was, somewhat frustrated by what I deemed unnecessary bureaucracy, and blurted out to a black man that I am not a minority. We both had a good chuckle and he finished my transaction. Well, at least I’m good for another five years.
Later
