Some Good People Watchin'
There's a few key places to people watch and the DMV/DOT (Department of Motor Vehicle/Department of Transportation) is one of the top 5 locations for such an activity. I confess, when I have to go, I actually enjoy going to the DMV/DOT because of the awesome people watching that can take place.
Don't get me wrong, I too have my share of anxiety and discomfort when waiting in line. But, I usually don't bring a book along, or whatever to entertain myself. No, I find my entertainment in my surroundings.
It's the only place where everyone is brought to the same level. I don't care who you are, what you do, how you look. It doesn't matter, It's the ultimate equalizer.
You ever notice how it's always extremely crowded. I don't care what time of day you show up, the place is always packed. It's a major multi-cultural event.
The "Appalachian" family: There's usually 6-8 people in this group. But oddly only one of them is getting their license. They're usually very behind the times...sadly some of the kids are running around barefoot. The "mother" figure of the group has a suitcase for a purse. No one has taken a bath, washed their face or brushed their teeth in days.
The meat-head football college kid: He's usually there with his father to pay all his tickets and fines so he can get his license back. The father is obviously pissed off the whole time he's sitting there with his STUPID son. The son is hung over from the night before, sitting there with a baseball cap pulled way down over his eyes.
The lone construction worker: or so we think? He's usually very dirty, paint, mud, grease all over his hands, face, pants, shirt...you name it. He hasn't shaved for maybe a week. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes this man is attractive underneath the grime. He usually keeps to himself, doesn't look around much, only to make sure he doesn't miss it when his number is called.
The very old couple: These people are like in their late 90's...usually a husband and wife. Somehow they're figured out how to come in and get both their license on the same visit. Maybe they were grandfathered into the system and it's "just allowed." You sometimes can hear this couple talking louder then most everyone else. They're slightly impatient and don't understand how the whole numbers system works.
The bitchy middle aged lady: She's upset because she has to be there, she's upset because she's #123 in line, she's upset she forgot her lipstick, she's pissed off she can't re-do her photo. She usually has a huge rock on her finger. Carries an extremely large DYNK bright colored purse and smells heavily of expensive perfume.
The young mother with the sickly baby: She usually has a huge ass stroller right in the middle of the walk-way. The child is always crying/fussing, the poor kids nose is running constantly and she's trying to stuff some pacifier into it's mouth. She's usually super skinny...we're talking cracked out, meth head skinny. You think to yourself "How the hell did she have that child inside her???
The list goes on and on I'm sure some of you could even add some "types" of your own. Man, I can't wait until my next visit to the DMV/DOT!
Don't get me wrong, I too have my share of anxiety and discomfort when waiting in line. But, I usually don't bring a book along, or whatever to entertain myself. No, I find my entertainment in my surroundings.
It's the only place where everyone is brought to the same level. I don't care who you are, what you do, how you look. It doesn't matter, It's the ultimate equalizer.
You ever notice how it's always extremely crowded. I don't care what time of day you show up, the place is always packed. It's a major multi-cultural event.
The "Appalachian" family: There's usually 6-8 people in this group. But oddly only one of them is getting their license. They're usually very behind the times...sadly some of the kids are running around barefoot. The "mother" figure of the group has a suitcase for a purse. No one has taken a bath, washed their face or brushed their teeth in days.
The meat-head football college kid: He's usually there with his father to pay all his tickets and fines so he can get his license back. The father is obviously pissed off the whole time he's sitting there with his STUPID son. The son is hung over from the night before, sitting there with a baseball cap pulled way down over his eyes.
The lone construction worker: or so we think? He's usually very dirty, paint, mud, grease all over his hands, face, pants, shirt...you name it. He hasn't shaved for maybe a week. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes this man is attractive underneath the grime. He usually keeps to himself, doesn't look around much, only to make sure he doesn't miss it when his number is called.
The very old couple: These people are like in their late 90's...usually a husband and wife. Somehow they're figured out how to come in and get both their license on the same visit. Maybe they were grandfathered into the system and it's "just allowed." You sometimes can hear this couple talking louder then most everyone else. They're slightly impatient and don't understand how the whole numbers system works.
The bitchy middle aged lady: She's upset because she has to be there, she's upset because she's #123 in line, she's upset she forgot her lipstick, she's pissed off she can't re-do her photo. She usually has a huge rock on her finger. Carries an extremely large DYNK bright colored purse and smells heavily of expensive perfume.
The young mother with the sickly baby: She usually has a huge ass stroller right in the middle of the walk-way. The child is always crying/fussing, the poor kids nose is running constantly and she's trying to stuff some pacifier into it's mouth. She's usually super skinny...we're talking cracked out, meth head skinny. You think to yourself "How the hell did she have that child inside her???
The list goes on and on I'm sure some of you could even add some "types" of your own. Man, I can't wait until my next visit to the DMV/DOT!
posted by RevRee at 6:52 PM
5 Comments:
Around these parts, we call it the DMV. Now where do I fit into this group?
Alright, ALRIGHT! I changed it. DMV/DOT! Happy now????
In Illinois it's called the Sec. of State's office of Motor Vehicle Services.
In Philly it's called the 'cheese' line.
Rev, your forgot about the 'non' English speaking people that are there to get their license back. (Couldn't read the ticket they received; license suspended.)
Can't forget about the one goober who's there to get his boating license renewed.
He usually wears flannel, has a long scruffly beard, and looks like a TV engineer. He's probably a Deadhead also, with a black/white G.D. sticker on his Ford F-350 dually truck.
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