When you first read, “Don’t you love the DMV part 2,” I imagine your response, “Oh Yeah, one of my favorite places to visit!” Perhaps you expected to read my disheartening experience as a former Floridian, trying to become a North Carolina resident. Let’s see how my visit really went.
Two weeks ago I wrote Part 1 of my experience at the DMV. If you missed it, here’s the link.
The Process Begins
As I sat down in the small office area, I appreciated the protection of the large plexiglass that allowed me to easily hear the maskless DMV employee’s questions as we got started.
Things were going well until I requested a Real ID.
“I need a passport or a birth certificate for that,” he said.
“Oh… I thought I had all the documents. Doesn’t a Social Security card suffice along with my old driver’s license?”
He looked again at my documents. “Wait a minute… yes, this will work.”
Everything went along nicely with us sharing little funny stories about our lives. The rapport between us was growing.
And Your Name?
I always like to know the name of people I meet in an official capacity. It seems friendlier and I like to acknowledge their customer service. However, in this article, I’m giving the DMV employee an alias.
“Well, some people call me ‘asshole’, but my name is John Doe,” he chuckled.
Laughing out loud, I replied, “Well, you didn’t earn that nickname today with me!”
And Then the Photo
As John was working on finishing up the paperwork, I was concentrating on getting ready for the dreaded photo. My eyes tend to look like slits as I almost always have a smile… and the DMV is okay with a smile now. I’m practicing opening my eyes slightly wider in anticipation.
Then I suddenly lose my grip on my purse, which tumbles to the floor. Bending down, I gather it up and return to a sitting position.
Ding! The flash goes off before I had a chance to prepare. The resulting photo is acceptable. Maybe I’ll get another chance in five years when I renew!
Sharing My Positive Experience
Next stop was a walk to the nearby tag office. I’m in such a good mood, the clerk comments on it.
“Yes, I’m so thrilled with North Carolina. Becoming a resident has been so easy and positive!”
“Who did you see at the DMV?” She asked.
“John Doe.”
“Really?” She exclaimed.
“I know, it was kind of unexpected, but I gave him an honest compliment and everything was easy peasy after that!”
In Conclusion
More and more, I’m seeing the truism that ‘Like produces Like’. If I feel down or expect the worst, negativity meets me at every turn.
Conversely, if I feel upbeat and expect the best, life flows easily and obstacles seem to peel off as I walk my path.
