Actually, in this case, we are talking about a visit to the Secretary of State, which is what the state of Michigan seems to have in place instead of the Department of Motor Vehicles.  I guess.  That’s what they tell me, and that’s where I went.  I don’t know, maybe they call it the Secretary of State to take away from the stigma attached to the DMV.  It works … until you set foot in the door.

We begin our journey in confusion.  There is a lady behind a podium just inside the door.  The sign on her podium says that she is responsible for signing up organ donors, in spite of her ticket machine.  So we (my mother-in-law-to-be and myself at the time; you and I for the purpose of this post) spy another sign which extols visitors to stand in line for tickets and for all other services – and so we take our place … only to be told by two very blond little sixteen year old girls that, no, we must get our ticket from the organ donor lady.  Fine.  Save our place in line, for the love of all that is holy!

We are surely on the right path — until we finally make it to the front of the line, whereupon we are told that despite what the sign says, we must go wait with the eight billion other people.