A few months ago, I lost my driver’s license. The replacement required me to go to the DMV. Now DMV’s are often some of the most lifeless places marked by long lines of people (like myself) who feel wildly inconvenienced by having to take a number and wait for hours to receive a government issued ID. My trip to the DMV was no exception.
Grey walls. Crowded waiting room. Stale air.
I took a ticket, number 162, and winced. The flashing red light read 76. I settled onto one of the plastic, hardback chairs.