Why I love Minnesota
Since I’ve moved to Minnesota, I’ve had to get used to things being done a little bit differently around here. The Democrats are known as the Democratic-Farmer-Labor party. You don’t put casserole into a casserole dish, you put hotdish into a casserole. And for some reason the DMV is called the Department of Vehicle Services.
Last week I needed to go down to the St. Paul DVS to change the address on my driver’s license. The office is located inside a pleasant building and looks very much like the lobby of a nice orthodontist. I approached the lady at the front desk and had the following conversation:
Me: I need to change the address on my–
Lady: Oh, here’s the form you need for that. You can go fill it out over there and your number is B106.
No sooner had I completed the form than the system called up my number and I went to another counter with another nice lady. We happened to have the same first name, and we made small while she stamped my papers. Then I paid them $13.50. Then I was done.
In Minnesota, the DMV works. How cool is that?