A New Champion
The beast has been slain, so to speak. Again.
I went back to the Post Office this morning, armed with the additional documents they suddenly said I needed, only to find that the supervisor--presumably made weary by the entire affair--had approved the second change of address late yesterday.
And thus it ended. Not with a bang, but a whimper.
I thought I'd be in for a similar series of unfortunate events when I went to the DMV in Manhattan today, but I was wrong. It was set up extraordinarily well, the seating was comfortable, there were a ton of clerks working, and they called out a number every ten seconds (or so it seemed) for service. DMV bingo, and I'm here for it, because I was out in 30 minutes with very little waiting.
Thank you, New York DMV.
Everything in New York unlocks something else, and in this case, having a New York driver's license makes it more simple to bet an NYC ID card, which qualifies you for all kinds of discounts inside the city, particularly at museums.
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