Please welcome daughter Katy Gaffney, guest blogging today about getting her driver's license at the DMV in Maryland. Katy lives with husband Steve and son Graham in Perry Hall after serving three years...living in suburban Detroit. Still a Red Sox fan, she wears the Oriole team colors at Camden Yard in a show of support for the home bunch. She is a J School graduate. She writes beautifully about the realities of preemies, motherhood and the East in her blog Behind Blue Eyes...And a Margarita Glass.
Everyone knows the DMV sucks. The lines are long, the staff is disgruntled at best, and the rest of the people look like a who's-who of a jail holding cell. When we moved to Maryland I knew I would have to grace the DMV to get a local license. Boy, I had no idea what was in store for me.
Normally you grab a number and then wait forever for the number to be called; at this DMV, there was a line 90 minutes long just to get a number.....you read that right; 90 MINUTES just to get a number. A girl who was sitting near the end of the line said she had been waiting (with her number) for almost 3 hours. It didn't look promising.