Do you look at situations differently when traveling than you do at home? Perhaps you have more patience for bureaucracy and inefficiency in a country that is not your own?
I am SO one of those people. I saw one of my best friends from Italy recently, and we recalled the time we were stuck on an Italian train for well over an hour with no explanation for when it would start moving again. Inauspiciously, it was stuck in a tunnel underground, so there was no way of escape even if we wanted to. But we were nonplussed. We had cookies and a jar of Nutella (yeah, that year wasn’t the easiest on any of our figures). What more could we need? We happily chatted away the time until the train sputtered to life, and saw the experience as merely adding to the adventure.
But heaven help me when it comes to the TSA. It is all I can do to choke back strings of profanity when they pat me down with gloves that were once blue, but are a sickly gray after handling countless grimy containers (and on that note, is it so hard to have separate trays for gross items like shoes, and nicer ones like laptops????).
Needless to say I wasn’t excited about a trip to the DMV this week, but since we moved to Texas it was time to transfer my license.
My first trip was a failure — apparently your driver’s license, birth certificate and passport aren’t enough to identify you if you don’t also have a social security card handy. I left the facility, which smelled vaguely like a poorly cleaned restroom, in a state of defeat and returned several days later determined to make it right.
As I waited for my number to be called, I tried to see the experience as an adventure — after all, that’s the whole point of my blog, to see the adventure in the everyday as well!
But honesty compels me to admit I wasn’t entirely successful. There is little joy to be had in waiting around for your number to be called, like an endless game of Bingo where you’re always the loser. Somehow the powers that be never call the number you need.
99 times out of 100 I advocate attempting to look at all situations with a humorous eye, since even the worst of situations are usually recalled with mirth later on. But let’s be honest — the DMV sucks. In fact, if you tried to tell me what a lovely, fun adventure you had at the DMV, I might question your judgement. Yes, we must see the adventures in life, but there are a few exceptions, and I contend the DMV is one of them.
That is all for now. Have a lovely week adventurers!