I woke up and the first thing I thought was "awah crap, I've fallen asleep in the queue and missed my slot". sadly this was not the case, I was still in bed, dreaming of the unpleasant ordeal ahead as I took my number and waited the prerequisite 300,00,000 years to get to the counter only to be told I am in the wrong line and did I bring my DNA sample and no sir we have no public toilets..... nightmare.
So, imagine my surprise when I walk into a big brightly lit space with sure enough a line that turned out to move quickly and when I got to the counter the guy smiled... really, a for real smile and sorted out the car tax quicker than I could say "are you sure you don't want to send me to another line or something?"
It was so painless it was almost disappointing. Still, bring a book in case someone is having a bad day! read more