There are no appointments in Arizona. You just walk in. It’s just a routine DL picture. Perhaps I over-exaggerated for effect, but nobody likes to go to the DMV, and I don’t like getting my picture taken in any event. In any case, I haven’t been in a DMV office in 14 years, but even back then it didn’t take that long.
Anyway, I think since driver’s licenses are good until age 65, it probably cuts down on the number of people who actually have to go to the DMV. Just about everything else can be done online.
The downtown Minneapolis DMV office used to be ludicrously busy, but then it was on the second floor right off the skyway entrance. Then a couple of years ago they moved it to the basement on the opposite end of the complex. I’ve been there twice for tab renewals. Walk up at 11:10am, get immediate service.
I just checked the website for my local DMV office and it lists a waiting time of 18 minutes, so that’s not too bad. And you don’t actually stand in line. They have seats where you can wait until your number is called.
The one thing I really hate this year is going for a walk anywhere near any shopping area, and seeing all the garbage uncovered by the melting snow. God people are pigs.
It snowed last weekend, hopefully that is the last for a while in the northern hemisphere. It feels like the weather is a month behind schedule. Right now we are getting severe rainstorms, which seems like an early march thing.
My anti-rant for today - the arduous procedure I expected to get our Real Property Report (complete with multiple encroachments) approved so we can sell our house was actually stamped and approved with minimal fuss today! Yay! One more hurdle on the road to selling our house and moving jumped.
Just had a nice visit with the fire department, thanks to some dumbasses who knocked a fire detector off the ceiling earlier today and didn’t seem to think it mattered. Dangling from its wires, it was tripped by someone else doing work down there when he put it back. Fire marshall guy (supervisor? not dressed for fire) was really nice about it and still wanted to take a look around just to make sure, then watched me do a reset on the alarm panel to make sure it reset OK before he left.
So that was exciting. Of course shit like this happens when all the managers are long gone. I heard the panel go off, but apparently didn’t disarm it soon enough, and the supervisor guy said they come anyway even if I called the alarm company with enough time to cancel. I wonder if we’ll get a bill for this.
Followup on my fun with AT&T: they took 2.5 hours to fix this. After the first 30 minutes they told me that everything would be taken care of on the outside of the house and that if I had to go somewhere I could go ahead. I am so glad that I didn’t believe them, because at the end they still had to come back and fiddle with something in the garage before the dial tone came on. “We’re all good up to here so there must be a problem in the house.” Except that you plugged your thingie into the phone plug upstairs and fiddled around some more in the box in the garage, and then it worked. I’m sure if I had left it would have been another 2 days to get that done.
Total: 6 failed promises or major errors in the course of 2 days. Not bad, AT&T, not bad. Almost world-class horrible.
So… wtf? I try to quote something on another thread to reply to it and I get this:
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hey where is search cecil’s brain on the new web page ? If you don’t have one now , are you ever going to put one in ? I loved that . I could go and look up stuff I always wondered about and find the answers . It was one of the great pleasure’s of visiting The Straight Dope !
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Am I missing something? Somehow is my phone selecting the wrong post? Wth?
Tony’s current home is a townhouse that has a pool in the back yard. Last night, he let his dogs out in the very well fenced back yard to do their business and then got distracted. About an hour later, he heard one of the dogs barking and went back downstairs to deal with the noise.
His dog was barking at the body floating in the pool. Both of those dogs liked to swim and knew how to get out (steps on one end and a ladder in the deep end).
I think that the 8 year old, big un-vetted dog* probably fell into the pool due to a health issue…heart or something…and couldn’t get out.
Tony is sure that the other dog, for some strange reason that only Tony understands, pushed her buddy into the pool and then wouldn’t let him out.
I fucking hate mental disease. Sometimes Tony isn’t just a little off, sometimes he’s batshit crazy. The “murdering” dog is in our garage and if Tony’s brain doesn’t start processing stuff properly…which it won’t…the poor innocent dog will go up for adoption.
I FUCKING HATE MENTAL DISEASE!!!
*I try, I really try, but Tony is sure that vets and Doctors are all quacks who are just out for his money.
poison me with medication = change medications = stop sleeping = manic episode at the doctors = back on medications. I FUCKING HATE MENTAL DISEASE TOO!!!
Ranting about rules. I understand we need them, but fer cryin’ out loud can’t we have a Responsible Person (official title) at each business to invoke a common sense clause and override them?
Case in point: My 24 yr-old son and his GF took a long awaited vacation last week. They flew to Rapid City on one of United’s commuter planes (70 seater) to see Mount Rushmore. They were denied a rental car at the airport because, according to Avis/Hertz, he’s too young.
Oh, and by the way, he was the plane’s pilot. Yep, he flew a $30-million airliner full of passengers there, but can’t be trusted with a Ford Fusion.
Oh Lord pullin, please forgive me but if I’d had a cat he’d now be sure his human had lost it completely… reminds me of that post where someone pointed out that she’s forbidden from taking a pair of itty bitty tweezers when there is an axe behind her seat and the biggest weapon in the plane is the one she drives.
They really, truly are. There isn’t a parking lot in North America that doesn’t have multiple piles of cigarette butts that were dumped out of someone’s car, dirty diapers, various and sundry plastic containers, etc. Because walking ten feet to a garbage can (or keeping it in your car until you get home to your own garbage cans) is too fucking hard.
What drives me out of my tree is the asshole litterers in my neighbourhood - I don’t know how many times I’ve picked up garbage that was dropped feet away from a garbage can. I just…what the hell is wrong with people?
I experienced the first wave of that when I turned 40. I swear, my eyes needed bifocals the next day!
Things like this also don’t help in the fight against the extended juvenalization of North American young folk.