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You're probably saying, "All DMV trips are straight from hell!" But I'm not sure you can top this story.
After circling the parking lot to find an open space, I checked into the local Georgia DMV at 9:53, #193. I sat down and looked up at the screen. It read, "Now serving #131." The lady beside me said she had been there since 8:00 and she was #148. Yep.
After two hours I gave up and left. (I know. But I did the math!) I went and got lunch. Ran some errands and decided to drive back to the DMV. I sat back down. The board read, "Now serving #179." I felt hopeful.
When my number was finally called, the gentleman asked if I wanted the five or eight year license (he said the eight year was almost double the cost). I said the eight year.
Pulled into my driveway at 3:00. WITH my driver's license. Booyah! I declared that 3:00 was 5:00 in the state of Georgia and cracked open a beer. I deserved it.
Then I proceeded to photograph bags...in a much happier state.
They are both very similar in materials but "a" is slightly narrower than "b". God willing, these two recycled leather crossbody bags will head to the shop tonight.
Your turn. Does the prospect of a DMV visit give you the hives?