My husband and I had a number of errands to take care of today. First on our list was a visit to the Department of Motor Vehicles. Yesterday, in preparation for this visit, necessitated by our soon to expire license plates from another state, my husband made a number of phone calls inquiring about the documentation we need to do this, and the cost. We were slightly unprepared for the cost, about twice as much as we thought it would be.
So this morning we head off to the nearby DMV. Upon arrival the nice man who at the customer information desk informed us nicely that we couldn’t get plates at this location. We would have to drive another 40 minutes in one direction or another to a full service DMV. (and then he belched in our faces…and didn’t even say “excuse me…”). Surely, I thought, this does not bode well for our day….
Slightly disgruntled we headed west and arrived sometime later at the next DMV. There we were informed that we, despite our phone calls, did not have all the paperwork we needed. Oh, dear, now I was certain we were in for a long frustrating day….
But then the DMV worker, who was multi-tasking like I’ve never seen – training new workers, answering questions from workers and applicants like us, and helping someone get their title transfer and plates ALL while maintaining a calm voice and good attitude – also informed us that we could have the needed paperwork faxed to her while we wait. So we did that. One good thing. Actually, with the DMV worker’s attitude this was two good things!
Once she had the paperwork (which took about 15 minutes to arrive) we completed our paperwork and went back to work with the same woman. She soon realized that we did NOT have to pay the extra fee, saving us some significant money. Another good thing. Ok, again with the DMV worker’s attitude it was more than one more good thing – she really turned a potentially icky experience into a playful grateful one. We left smiling!
We left a few minutes later with our new plates in hand and some unexpected cash in our pocket. From there we went to lunch and used the last remaining amount on a gift card I had. It was fun for the two of us to have lunch together, at a restaurant. The third good thing.
After lunch we exchanged some of my husband’s birthday gifts and headed to the library. I had to return some books and hoped that I would find a bookmark I had left in a book I returned a few days ago. This bookmark was handmade, needlepoint and lace. The design includes my initial, a cross, and the word, “PEACE.” It was made by the sister of a former parishioner as a gift of thanksgiving for the pastoral care I provided while her sister was dying of lung cancer. I’ve had it and used it for 6 years, and really hoped I had not lost it.
At the library I inquired about the bookmark at the registration desk. The woman checked but it was not there. She suggested I check the book in case it was still in it. So off to the racks I went. They have three copies of the book, I shook one – no bookmark. Two, no bookmark. Three – and there it was! whoohoo! The fourth good thing!
“Quick,” my husband said, “lets go home. We can’t possibly have anymore good luck today, let’s go while we’re ahead!”
Some days everything just goes well…