Hey Everyone.
I went to get the tags for the horse trailer. I always wait until Feb or March to get them. I go to licking co. to get them so I can run other errands while I am in Newark. When I got there I took a number. It was 164. hmmmm. It looked as though they were on number 47. WOW, i thought. Turns out the digital no. sign only has room for two digits. So, they were on 147. I thought I might as well wait. You know how you just take in the sights while you are waiting? First I see a mother and her two teen sons. Appears that the one (looking all of 16) must have taken one of the license test. The mother was so very neat and well groomed. Here were her two sons, with their jeans hanging off their hips, and red boxers showing very clearly. Did someone forget to tell them that look was on it way out. Or is that typical Newark always behind on the trend. Anyway, wouldnt you think that a woman that well groomed would insist that her kids pull their pants up? AT LEAST while they were in the drivers bureau? I guess not. Then I heard the mother tell the person helping them that his reading would improve by the next time he came. Really? She cant even get him to pull his pants up, how is she gonna get him to improve his reading?
While that was going on, this lady with her dachshund dog on a lease was doing some business. She kept saying to everyone, "isn't he cute"? She acted like we all were just so happy let her hold up the line by chatting about her dog. She got finished and left , soon she came back. Turns out she got a ticket for parking her big fat van in the handicapped spot. HA HA HA. Well, she just cut right in line and insisted that she didnt have her sticker with her. Then she had these people giving her directions to the police station so she could pay her ticket. REALLY! While the rabble of fools sit patiently with holding our number, waiting to be called. There was an elderly couple sitting next to me who said they saw her van parked there, and hit was huge. I looked outside to see it. It was obnoxiously large, and had go bucks on the side. People like that think the whole world revolves around them, and I just think "he who laughs last ,laughs loudest." Pay your fine honey and git on down the road.
Finally after waiting 30 minutes. They called my number and I yelled BINGO! I got my tags and away I went.
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It seems there are few "normal" people in any government office. The one perk to going to a license bureau is the everpresent smiles of happiness, good cheer, and sheer joy of getting to work there from the women and men behind the counters. (Uh, that was sarcasm for those of you not picking up on that)
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