On the 16th of January in the year of 2007, I spent 3+ hours at the DMV on the east side of town. Screaming children and parents not controlling their kids and grossness and rudeness overwhelm my memory of this visit. It’s the reason I took so long to go back, even though my license and my identity according to the state of Nevada is as a male. A dude.
And I am not.
So even though I think it’s pretty funny, you know, once I got over being mad about it, I need to get it fixed-er changed.
I went in January to renew my registration and to get my new license and was told I needed my birth certificate.
Fine.
I went back in April to register my new car and to renew my license and the woman laughed and said that they were told that in Las Vegas, you just never know. She was very kind and included an example and said I wasn’t the first person that day in because of someone’s mistake. But the computers went down so nothing was accomplished.
Hmmmph. Fine.
Then I go back today. I got a free pass and didn’t have to wait at all because of last week. Only this week, my birth certificate isn’t good enough because it doesn’t state my gender. She also isn’t sure if she believes that I truly am a female which is quite clear when she asks if I have a passport. I do. She then asks very gently and almost like i’m “special,” if the gender part on my passport says male.
NOT FINE.
NO! FEMALE. IT SAYS FEMALE! I am a freaking Female!!!!! NOT male, FEMALE!!!! Which is precisely what i said. And you’d think, with that swing of the mood, that there would be no question…just a, Tara please go over to that line to take your picture for your new license that says F on it. Not M; F. F F F. I can think of a wonderful phrase that includes a lovely word that also starts with F that I would love to shout to this dmv woman who didn’t look like she believed me.
It’s like, come on already! At this point let me just drop trou and prove it already. For christ’s sakes , let me just have the damn license. Don’t make me go back there!
I made her give me another pass through the lines for when i go back next week.
DMV. I hate you!
End of Rant.
I’d like to thank the DMV of Las Vegas on Buffalo just west of Durango for inspiring this blog.
