DMV

I give you a story in eleventy one times three words.

He went to the Pennsylvania DMV. I’d like a new license, he said. Here’s your number; please sit and wait, they said. Thank you, he said. You’re welcome, they said.

He sat and waited. They called his number. Hi, he said. Hi, they said. Do you have your paperwork? they asked. Yes, he said. He showed them the paperwork. Good, they said. They both smiled. They moved forward with the process.

Oh, they said. What’s wrong? he asked. Your license has a problem, they said. What problem? he asked. You have to contact the Washington DMV. Oh, he said. We can’t issue your license today, they said. Oh, he said again.

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He called the Washington DMV from his car. Hello, the woman said. Hello, he said. How can I help you? she asked. I have a problem with my license, he said. What is your license number? she asked. He told her. She typed. There are no problems with your license, she said. Why would they tell me there’s a problem? he asked. Sometimes names and birthdates get mixed up in the system, she said. I don’t understand, he said. I recommend you contact another Washington DMV department to fill out a form, she continued. That department will contact the Pennsylvania DMV, she concluded. Thank you, he said. You’re welcome, she said.

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He called the department she had recommended. Hello, they said. Hello, he said. How can I help you? they asked. He explained the situation. What form do I fill out? he asked. That form is for another problem, they said. You will need to contact the Pennsylvania DMV, they continued. I already talked to the Pennsylvania DMV, he said. They told me to talk to the Washington DMV, he continued. The woman I talked to told me that I’d fill out a form with you, he concluded. That is untrue, they said. Can I help you with anything else? they asked. But wait; I don’t understand, he said. Goodbye, they said.