Repost: The Odyssey of the RMV

The Odyssey at the RMV, cont.

So, I registered my car and all that, but I still had a few more weird-assed things happened while at the registry. Here's the continuation of my Odyssey to the RMV of MA. At the time I wrote this, I was working at Old Slavery (Old Navy) for The Man (aka Gap Inc):

V. Chapter 5

Here’s the random story: I talk to customers at ON all the time. A few months ago a woman came in to exchange shirts she purchased for her daughter because they didn’t fit. ON didn’t have the right size, so the woman came back in my line and just returned the shirts.

She ended up telling me that her daughter works at the RMV and that it’s her first full-time job, so she wanted to get her some nice clothes. After her return was finished, she went shopping some more. She came back with new shirts. She told me she was sad that she wouldn’t be able to bring her daughter the new shirts until after the weekend because she was on her way to the Cape to go camping at her seasonal spot at a campground.

Perhaps it’s because I am a writer and have done journalism work, but people open up to me with ease.

As I appraoched the customer service desk at the RMV, I noticed the girl at the desk was wearing a shirt from ON, so I just knew it was the daughter of my customer. I didn’t say anything the two times I went through her line, but I saw her out in front of the office on my way to parking lot and figured, what the hell.

So I said, “I have the most random question for you.”

She was skeptical, because people leave the RMV pretty pissed, so she probably thought I was going to complain about something.

Instead I said, “Does your mom shop at (ON) a lot and does she go camping in the Cape all the time?”

“Yee-es…”

“And did you just get this job a little bit ago and she bought you shirts that she had to return because they weren’t the right size?”

“Yee-es…”

“I thought you were the daughter. I know this is totally random, but I work at (ON) and I remember when your mom came in and told me all about your new job and stuff. And I figured it was you because I recognized the shirt you’re wearing right now from work and you’re younger and she said you were nervous about your first job.”

She was laughing and sort of pleased at the quirky coincidence. She asked if I were working later today because she planned on going after work. I told her no, probably not until Monday. Then I asked her how she liked work because her mom said she was shy. She laughed, probably exasperated that her mom tells her life story to ON cashiers, and said she liked it. I told her she did a good job and said thanks.

Random.