Does Harry Potter Have to Get a Driver’s License?
“All you do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Best to run if you’re nervous. Good luck.” ~ Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
9+10=19. That’s important for later…
After witnessing what happens at the Department of Motor Vehicles to creatures who have the gall to go to the front of the line without the appropriate paperwork, I was even less confident about my 3 measly papers and my increasing proximity to the front desk. Especially as I took some casual peeks at my fellow line companions, and realized that many of them had file folders bursting with paperwork. I told myself that if anyone showed up with a piece of rolling carry-on luggage, I was going to leave.
Finally, it was my turn. I slunk to the counter with my three pieces of Proof that I Exist and I Did Not Come to this Country by way of the Rio Grande.
The woman barely glanced at them. I told her that I needed to renew my license. After two other questions that I don’t even remember, she gave me a ticket and told me to go sit down.
I was not turned back! No one put a bowl over me and took me outside! This was progress, indeed.
My number was 12. The DMV branch that I had chosen has a very organized approach to calling numbers. They are announced over the intercom, and then they are displayed on a screen. If no one responds to either of these alerts, then a very nice lady comes into the room and calls the number a few more times before they call Time of Death on the number.
Number 2 did not respond. I was flabbergasted. How can you make it so far, and then disintegrate before you cross the finish-line? And then I had a sobering thought.
Maybe the mouse was #2.
After what seemed like a ridiculously short length of time, number 11 was finally called. I put away all electronic devices, and sat up straight in my chair. This was it!
#450 was called next.
What the heck?
Oh, yes. I vaguely remembered, before the mouse, reading a poster with some kind of translation of the numbers – indicating that higher ones were for commercial drivers.
Okay. Tantrum averted.
Now I was worried. Did they skip me inadvertently? Or, worse, did they skip me on purpose? Did one of the supervisors see that my DMV Employee did not demand more Proof from me and that I did not carry an Important File Folder Full of Proofs, and revoke my number? Without telling me?
Then I noticed something even more worrisome.
#13 was supposed to report to station 19.
There is no Station 19.
I looked everywhere. No Station 19.
Is Station 19 the bathroom? Or, where the mouse went? Or, some kind of magical Harry Potter destination?
How am I supposed to cope with a crazy DMV that has psycho mice, switches required paperwork, and calls people to report to non-existent stations? And where the #2 person in line suddenly disappears?!!!!!!
Please go to Station 12.
The mouse bowl station.
I timidly crossed the floor to Station 11. I handed the woman my ticket, and made small talk, hoping she would not notice that I was under-paperworked and decide that she should put a bowl over my head and “release” me.
“Do you get mice in here often?”
“Huh? Oh, no.”
“Well, you guys handled it well.”
I attribute the fact that she gave me my temporary driver’s license, complimented me on the astounding resemblance of myself in my new picture to my 29-year old self in my old picture, and promised me a new license in the mail in two weeks, to my superlative small talk.
I exited the DMV. It opened at 8 A.M. I left at 8:20.
I went home and spent the rest of the day obsessing over Station 19.
Posted on September 18, 2012, in Humor and tagged DMV, driver's license, Harry Potter, humor, life, random, renewal, Texas. Bookmark the permalink. 25 Comments.
20 minutes for these situations must be an all time record!
I am pretty certain that I obsessed over the whole thing far longer than it actually took from start to completion!
I stand in these ghastly queues forever all the time – so your 20 minutes makes me very jealous!
I really think it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
20 minutes, but that was a whole lotta sweating it out for 20 minutes. AND a mouse.
At least it gave me 2 blog posts. Seriously – next time you renew in person, go to Pat Booker. And see if you can find Station 19.
20 minutes is amazing. I love how they call people. It makes no sense whatsoever.
It’s mildly disconcerting when they skip from 11 to 450. And when they tell people to go to places that don’t exist.
a great momentous happening and all in 20 mins including mouse
I probably did not need to take an entire day off work for that, did I?
I think Harry Potter should have a sign on his designated parking spot that reads, “Wizard Parking: All Others Will be Toads.”
Gosh, I would love to have that sign and just put it in my parking space wherever I go!
I have to go to the DMV on Friday to pay the sales tax on my new car. So, not only do I have to deal with them, but also they will get a significant portion of my paycheck. I’m so not looking forward to it.
That seems quite unfair. Some day they will pay us to deal with them. Maybe.
I’m still laughing. I wonder what poor old “lucky 13” did. And wow, you got a decent photo. If I looked like the picture on my driver’s license, I’d be too sick to drive. (Wasn’t it Erma Bombeck who said that?)
I would make a very poor investigative reporter. Instead of actively searching for #13 and the elusive Station 19, I chose to panic and imagine the worst.
Love your Harry Potter platform reference. What if there were a magical Station 19? I’ll have to start paying more attention. We Muggles are so foolish.
I think there’s a book idea in there somewhere…
I just can’t help but think of that poor mouse; he waited and waited, and when they finally called his number they carried him out.
I am astounded (and jealous) that your new license is good for a whole dozen years. You invested roughly 1.7 minutes for each year of legal driving that’s now ahead of you. A good payout, really. We get a maximum of 5 years for a renewal, and this 12 year thing sounds a lot better.
We actually have to renew more frequently, but we can do it online every other time. Online is SO much better!
You might get your picure in the Guinness Book of World Record for quickest trip to the DMV. Last year I spent 3 hours in line and cursed myself for not choosing to wear a bullet proof vest.
No way!! 20 minutes? Did you go to the one in New Braunfels? I have heard that is the way to go.
No need to worry, station 19 is for the person they are giving the run around too… they keep them there all day looking for it and then send them home at 5pm telling them to come back the next day….. hehehe
I think you are probably right about that one!