Just a Monday
It has been just another Monday. They seem to come and go a incredibly high speeds. It feels like it was just yesterday that it was Monday. Yet today was Monday, a week later.
I started the morning playing taxi for a swimmer at 0500 or just a few minutes before. I then dozed in and out of sleep for the rising of each member of our household. I finally forced myself to roll out of bed and ran for a few. It was a short run for a Monday, but it felt good to know I did it.
The rest of my day was spent running from one end of the valley to another. Two of my stops were very interesting.
I started at the DMV. Yep, my drivers licence expires in just a few days. I thought it would be good to get it taken care of before I got caught up on the events of the week. I checked out the website before I left and tried to use my incredible mind powers to determine which of the offices would be the fastest to get through.
I chose the fair grounds.
From what I understand, my mind powers were incredible, but it was still a long process. When I arrived, there were about 20 people lined out outside the door. I parked my car and raced other contestants for the opportunity to join the line.
The next hour and 20 minutes was incredibly informative. There was a wild party this weekend. It was a lot of fun and about 30 people were missed, because that is the message one of the contestants left in 30 different voice mail boxes.
I tried to figure out how it could have been such an incredible party if that many people were missing.
About 10 minutes into the game, I was joined by a gentleman with an unusual body odor. He came from inside the building and proceeded to squeeze his way into the line right in front of me. I questioned it, but not too severely. He was disabled and did not seem to be all there. I also counted it as a blessing, because he informed me that he had been in line, but had to go in to get the form that needed to be filled out before we could be processed.
Yep, there was a sign, it was in small print on the second door of the entry way. Please fill out form on the right before getting in line. I did not. The line was long. I am sure that I could fill it out while I was in line. The gentleman in front of me did not think it was fair that I was filling it out while in line, but gave up 15 minutes later when he realized I was not going to stop filling it out and yes, I was already done filling it out.
Once I passed through the doors and viewed how long the line really was, I started counting my blessings again. Even though the line was long, there were several modes of entertainment in the line.
One contestant was cheating like I had been and attempting to fill out his form while standing in line. Except he had a handicap. He had to keep his pants up with one hand while trying to hold the form with the other. Oh yes, he also had to use one of his hands to write and the other to hold all the documents that are required now to renew your drivers license. I think I should have been given extra point for having the formed filled out before him. It was hilarious to watch. He had to stand in the strange bow-legged stance to keep his pants from falling too far and scramble to get a letter on the form, in the right location, before dropping his other documents. At one point he attempted putting the other documents in one of the extraordinarily large pockets of his pants, but that only gave his pants the additional weight they needed to make it past the bow in his legged stance.
After being mooned several times, I turned my attention to another contestant. This one was practicing her smile. She wanted to make sure she had a good picture on her drivers license. After practicing in her pocket mirror, she started surveying the other contestants around her. I thought it was extremely interesting that she had come up with a name for each of the faces she was practicing so that the other contestants would not get confused about which one was their favorite. When she thought she had figured out which one was going to be best, she over heard the DMV screener telling everyone with glasses to remove them before taking their picture. She as a little disheartened to have to start over without her glasses.
They all looked the same to me, so I moved on to another contestant. My attention was drawn to one who had made it to the front of the line, but was not moving. She was not there to get her license, but to get her name changed on her social security check to match the name on her drivers license so she could cash it. She was told by one that this was not the place to have that done, so she went back to the front of the line and waited for the next screener. Finally, after 4 attempts the screeners figured it out and told her she would have to speak with a supervisor. She was still with that supervisor when I left, so I don't know what the out come was.
At this point, it was my turn to be screened. I did so in an orderly and prompt fashion, only to be handed a number and asked to wait in the lobby until my number was called. I joined the rest of the cattle there. In the corral, my attention was drawn to an elderly man who wanted to make sure we all knew his turn was coming up. Each time they called a number to one of the booths, he would let everyone around him know that he was 9th in line, then 8th, then 7th...etc. I was pleased, because it helped me pass the time and easily calculate the seconds between numbers being called.
When his number was called, time seemed to fly. I almost missed my number being called. I was watching the elderly man. When the attendant told him to read the letters on the top line, he told her he did not see any letters, only numbers. She disagreed and told him there were only letters. They argued for a few minutes before she turned the apparatus around and peered into it herself. It was then that she realized he was reading the number on the counter and had not been pressing his forehead against the apparatus to see the letters. She turned it around and explained it to him.
It did not take long for all us in the building to know how to use the apparatus. This elderly man was also hard of hearing. It only took about 10 different ways of explaining before he figured it out, but for some reason could not push his forehead against it hard enough. The attendant had to reach over the counter and grab the back of his head and pull it against the apparatus. It was near borderline abuse, but seriously what else was she going to do.
This is when I almost missed my number being called, just when it got to be entertaining. This young, abusive attendant now had to tell the elderly man that he did not pass the visual test. Maybe it was because she was squeezing his head so hard against the apparatus that it cut off the circulation to his eyeballs or maybe was that he was blind.
I found myself distracted as I went to greet my lucky DMV attendant. I could not believe my ears as I heard her tell the elderly man, with a smile no less, that he had not passed, that he now needed to fill out an additional form, take it to his doctor, and then bring it back.
WAIT, how was he going to get to the doctor's office? He was there alone. Were they really going to let him drive? I worried about this for the rest of the day. I will probably have nightmares about it tonight.
Be warned, it was just another Monday, and I still haven't told you about my other stops for the day.
I started the morning playing taxi for a swimmer at 0500 or just a few minutes before. I then dozed in and out of sleep for the rising of each member of our household. I finally forced myself to roll out of bed and ran for a few. It was a short run for a Monday, but it felt good to know I did it.
The rest of my day was spent running from one end of the valley to another. Two of my stops were very interesting.
I started at the DMV. Yep, my drivers licence expires in just a few days. I thought it would be good to get it taken care of before I got caught up on the events of the week. I checked out the website before I left and tried to use my incredible mind powers to determine which of the offices would be the fastest to get through.
I chose the fair grounds.
From what I understand, my mind powers were incredible, but it was still a long process. When I arrived, there were about 20 people lined out outside the door. I parked my car and raced other contestants for the opportunity to join the line.
The next hour and 20 minutes was incredibly informative. There was a wild party this weekend. It was a lot of fun and about 30 people were missed, because that is the message one of the contestants left in 30 different voice mail boxes.
I tried to figure out how it could have been such an incredible party if that many people were missing.
About 10 minutes into the game, I was joined by a gentleman with an unusual body odor. He came from inside the building and proceeded to squeeze his way into the line right in front of me. I questioned it, but not too severely. He was disabled and did not seem to be all there. I also counted it as a blessing, because he informed me that he had been in line, but had to go in to get the form that needed to be filled out before we could be processed.
Yep, there was a sign, it was in small print on the second door of the entry way. Please fill out form on the right before getting in line. I did not. The line was long. I am sure that I could fill it out while I was in line. The gentleman in front of me did not think it was fair that I was filling it out while in line, but gave up 15 minutes later when he realized I was not going to stop filling it out and yes, I was already done filling it out.
Once I passed through the doors and viewed how long the line really was, I started counting my blessings again. Even though the line was long, there were several modes of entertainment in the line.
One contestant was cheating like I had been and attempting to fill out his form while standing in line. Except he had a handicap. He had to keep his pants up with one hand while trying to hold the form with the other. Oh yes, he also had to use one of his hands to write and the other to hold all the documents that are required now to renew your drivers license. I think I should have been given extra point for having the formed filled out before him. It was hilarious to watch. He had to stand in the strange bow-legged stance to keep his pants from falling too far and scramble to get a letter on the form, in the right location, before dropping his other documents. At one point he attempted putting the other documents in one of the extraordinarily large pockets of his pants, but that only gave his pants the additional weight they needed to make it past the bow in his legged stance.
After being mooned several times, I turned my attention to another contestant. This one was practicing her smile. She wanted to make sure she had a good picture on her drivers license. After practicing in her pocket mirror, she started surveying the other contestants around her. I thought it was extremely interesting that she had come up with a name for each of the faces she was practicing so that the other contestants would not get confused about which one was their favorite. When she thought she had figured out which one was going to be best, she over heard the DMV screener telling everyone with glasses to remove them before taking their picture. She as a little disheartened to have to start over without her glasses.
They all looked the same to me, so I moved on to another contestant. My attention was drawn to one who had made it to the front of the line, but was not moving. She was not there to get her license, but to get her name changed on her social security check to match the name on her drivers license so she could cash it. She was told by one that this was not the place to have that done, so she went back to the front of the line and waited for the next screener. Finally, after 4 attempts the screeners figured it out and told her she would have to speak with a supervisor. She was still with that supervisor when I left, so I don't know what the out come was.
At this point, it was my turn to be screened. I did so in an orderly and prompt fashion, only to be handed a number and asked to wait in the lobby until my number was called. I joined the rest of the cattle there. In the corral, my attention was drawn to an elderly man who wanted to make sure we all knew his turn was coming up. Each time they called a number to one of the booths, he would let everyone around him know that he was 9th in line, then 8th, then 7th...etc. I was pleased, because it helped me pass the time and easily calculate the seconds between numbers being called.
When his number was called, time seemed to fly. I almost missed my number being called. I was watching the elderly man. When the attendant told him to read the letters on the top line, he told her he did not see any letters, only numbers. She disagreed and told him there were only letters. They argued for a few minutes before she turned the apparatus around and peered into it herself. It was then that she realized he was reading the number on the counter and had not been pressing his forehead against the apparatus to see the letters. She turned it around and explained it to him.
It did not take long for all us in the building to know how to use the apparatus. This elderly man was also hard of hearing. It only took about 10 different ways of explaining before he figured it out, but for some reason could not push his forehead against it hard enough. The attendant had to reach over the counter and grab the back of his head and pull it against the apparatus. It was near borderline abuse, but seriously what else was she going to do.
This is when I almost missed my number being called, just when it got to be entertaining. This young, abusive attendant now had to tell the elderly man that he did not pass the visual test. Maybe it was because she was squeezing his head so hard against the apparatus that it cut off the circulation to his eyeballs or maybe was that he was blind.
I found myself distracted as I went to greet my lucky DMV attendant. I could not believe my ears as I heard her tell the elderly man, with a smile no less, that he had not passed, that he now needed to fill out an additional form, take it to his doctor, and then bring it back.
WAIT, how was he going to get to the doctor's office? He was there alone. Were they really going to let him drive? I worried about this for the rest of the day. I will probably have nightmares about it tonight.
Be warned, it was just another Monday, and I still haven't told you about my other stops for the day.
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