I wouldn't normally waste my time writing a review for a DMV, but I hope that someone in this office sees this, because I have an important message for one particular women who works here at the desk.
I had to come to this DMV for a driving test, despite being a licensed driver in FL for the last 14 years. See, I recently bought a house here in DC and gave into the idea of finally needing to register my car here in the district. But you need a DC license to register a car in DC. Ok, fine, I'll give up my Florida ID and get a DC one. Welp, my wallet was stolen before I got a chance to make it over to the DMV to effectuate this. And as it turns out, when your wallet is stolen and you don't physically have your license to present at the DMV, the only other option accepted is a copy of your driving record. And as luck would have it, they would only accept the official record, which can only be procured in person at the court of clerks. So my options: fly to FL and get a copy of my driving record or start from scratch and get my DC learner's permit and then take the road test and get a license. I know - crazy. SO Dumb. I spent countless hours researching loopholes and other options, but came up short. So I opted for the latter option because I thought it would be easier and cheaper. I was wrong.
So that brings me here, to the DMV road testing facility. I came to my appointment 15 minutes early. I had all my documents ready to go and was feeling good about making this trip easy and smooth. When my turn was called at the desk, the woman "helping me" came out swinging. Before I got a chance to say a single word, she was coming in hot, asking me in a tone saucy with attitude and presumption 'who's the licensed driver with you today?'
Umm myself?
Long story short, she didn't care to hear my story. She didn't care to know that I was a licensed driver in another state and because of ridiculous policies and red tape, I had to do something I'd already done 14 years earlier. She threatened to cancel my test. She called me a liar. She treated me with such disrespect and malicious intent while I was courteous and apologetic. I know in these situations you always get more bees with honey, so I was as nice as I possibly could be, despite be treated like a literal piece of shit. Not to sound juvenile, but she was being just plain mean. Unnecessarily mean. And sarcastic. And disdainful.
The end of this story wraps up with me having to pay a random stranger $60 to have him be "my licensed chaperone" borrow his shitty car for the road test (which was falling apart), despite having my own car there which was, according to the woman, so unfathomable that I'd own a vehicle.
The message I'd love to get across and hopefully is delivered to this woman in one way or another is that you never know what other people are going through. You never know what mental state a person is in. You never know who is on the brink, and an act of ill intent can set them over the edge. I walked out of that office so exhausted, mentally drained and despite accomplishing what I had gone there for, my mood and outlook and overall mental state for the rest of the day was really low. This woman came at me for no reason. No one expects DMV workers to be rays of sunshine, but this woman was just an over-the-top asshole. I wasn't asking for anyone to go out of their way, make any exceptions or pull strings, I just wanted to be assisted, and dare I say, treated like a human being? This woman was so miserable and made me so miserable that I had to come to Yelp to deliver this message: lady, if you don't change your attitude and the way you approach people, you will surely be that last straw for someone. Your attitude will easily set a teetering individual over the edge. I walked out of there annoyed, stressed, tired and low on energy. If someone with a chemical inbalance or who struggles with depression were to have a similar experience to my own, I would hate to think how things would go after leaving her presence.
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