DMV Moment

Once I got back from California earlier this week, one of my most urgent tasks was to get my new car properly licensed before the temp tags expired yesterday.

So, once I'd finished exercising on Wednesday morning (priorities!), I gathered my paperwork and something to read, and headed on down to the DMV.

There, I found myself with a 90 minute wait, which really isn't too bad given how close I was to the end of the month. (Procrastinators of the city, unite!)

I whiled away the time covertly watching the interesting characters gathered about the room, playing assorted games on my phone, reading articles I'd saved, and texting with a few of my friends. 

I tried to send this text to one group: "The DMV is certainly an interesting place to people-watch. Today's wait will be about 90 minutes. This close to the end of the month, I'm not complaining."

To be honest, I didn't even notice when my friends didn't reply - they do have lives after all.

Eventually my turn came, and I was a bit surprised when the gal behind the counter was genuinely smiling as I walked up. She said, "I agree - people watching is one of the bonuses of this job." I was a bit puzzled, but agreed. She then told me they'd seen my text, and had all laughed, trying to figure out who in the crowded room had sent the message. She'd bet on me.

They'd seen my text??? I wasn't sure how that could have happened, but went along with the banter, handed her my stack of papers, and was on my way within 10 minutes. 

Still confused after I'd gotten out the door, I checked my phone when I got to my car. To my dismay, I realized my text had not gone to my intended recipients (no wonder they didn't reply); instead I'd sent it to the (I thought) automated information number, the one which had texted me the link to check my place in line.

Oops! OK. I gotta admit it. I had no idea you COULD text those numbers back and have someone see the message. IF I had thought about it, I'd have figured any message sent there would go into a black hole.

Rereading the message, I can see why they thought I was intentionally sending the message to the office. I am most grateful, since I clearly wasn't paying close enough attention to whom at which I was typing, I was at least kind. 

Note to self...