Standing in lines at Division of Motor Vehicles offices is typically like participating in the Bataan Death March -- long and agonizing, with no guarantee of survival. But there's one notable exception to that rule, which my wife discovered yesterday. As a principal of a school that's been closed for two days, she had time on her hands, so she decided to brave the elements to visit the DMV office at 6004 S. Kipling to take care of some paperwork she'd been putting off. And lo and behold, she found the place practically deserted, save a handful of employees so underworked that they actually seemed excited to help her. She was in and out in minutes.
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Let that be a lesson to all of us: When the weather goes to hell, go to the DMV.