In Which We Find Trouble at the DMV

Actually in Texas, it's the DPS (Department of Public Safety).

So the Boyfriend is in the process of giving up his New York State identity to become a full-fledged Texan, and this morning it warranted a trip to the DPS to get a Texas Driver's License.

Had to make a few stops first, though. Before you can get a TX DL you have to get your truck registered in the state.

But, before you can have your truck registered in the state, you must have your truck inspected in the state.

Guess how many places we went before we figured this out???

Once we finally made it to the DPS, most of the morning had elapsed and the Boyfriend was in an awful mood. Standing in line for 30 minutes did not make it any better. In front of us was the smelly guy with 9 piercings on his face (I counted, I had the time) and behind us was the smelly lady with a mustache who kept licking her lips loudly. And I'm not just saying smelly to be mean. The pincushion guy smelled like stale cigarette smoke, and as he had been waiting in line for 1/2 and hour like us, he was also getting agitated and kept exhaling those big puffy breaths that let everyone know that you are just about done waiting. Oooooh - the stink!

The chubby lady behind us just had really bad B.O. Someone introduce her to a shower please!

So we finally get up to the counter and we have with us the proper form all filled out in black ink, the Boyfriend's valid NY State License, the copy of the TX registration, the copy of the TX inspection, a Social Security earnings statement (he's lost his card) and his valid Passport.

Guess what? No Social Security Card, no TX Driver's License. After all that other gov't issued crap with pictures and fingerprints and SS Numbers everywhere - no dice. She told us we had to go to the SS Administration (guess how long that line was???) and either order a new card or get a Social Security Verification form signed and notarized.

The Boyfriend does not want to be a Texan anymore.

I can't say I blame him.