This is a “good news, bad news” story. The good news is that we had a very cool South Carolina license plate for our car … and now we have a nifty, new, Georgia tag. The bad news is that we had to go to the DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles) to get it.
Moving to a new state is always fun and exciting, but each move generates a domino-effect of personal business chores, most of which are tedious pains-in-the-neck. We’ve tried to dodge some of these requirements in the past, but learned the hard way that Big Brother is indeed watching, and can cause annoying problems later on. So today, we gathered all our personal documents and made the obligatory trip to the DMV to get new drivers’ licenses and plates for the car.
A trip to the DMV is like visiting government offices all over the world, and our experience in Georgia was no exception. As always, it was a lesson in patience. Try as we might, we never seem to have all the required documents, and if we come away with our new IDs and plates we breathe a sigh of relief.
And honestly, the staff could use a bit of fine-tuning on their ambassadorial skills. I’m convinced there’s a mandatory training course for DMV employees which emphasizes stern looks, taciturn attitudes, and the unfailing ability to snap the most unflattering photo possible. My new driver’s license could have been produced by “Felons-R-Us.” Our rule is that if both ears are in the picture, we’re ahead in the game.
But, the upside is that we discovered a nice downtown bar to have a beer, and the Indigo Coastal Shanty knocked the edge off with a delicious blackened snapper. And the really good news is that the experience gave our aching renovator muscles a chance to recover.
James & Terri
P.S. We particularly like that the first 3 letters on the Georgia tag are PBJ … as is “peanut butter and jelly.” This childhood staple makes for an easy-to-remember plate number.