Thursday, August 11, 2011

My Dad And Changing The DMV Experience

I brought my Dad to the DMV the other week. When we got there, he got his number, we took a seat and started the waiting game.

One thing about going to the DMV in Las Vegas is the probability that the person sitting next to you is a gambler is higher than most. Well, maybe just when it comes to me sitting next to my father.

We waited for a good hour and fifteen minutes. By the time minute forty-five came around, my Dad was close to jumping out of his seat every time he’d get one number closer to being called.

“Only sixty four to go!” 

“Uh oooh! Only thirty in front of me now!” 

I listened to him count it down all the way to twenty before he said, “Wouldn’t it be fun if people started betting on their numbers?” Of course, my eyes bugged out because my first thought was, “Geez, Dad, relax with the High Roller mentality!” But responded respectfully with a “What do you mean?”

He was all, “Well, a bunch of people could get together and lay bets on what time their number or someone else’s number is called. Easy money! It takes up a lot of the time people have to wait around here, right? I bet a lot of people would want to do it.”

Um, no, Dad.

What could I say to that? “Dad, you can’t turn everything you do into a Sports Book opportunity!” or “Dad, are you squandering my inheritance on gambling?" (<--- No brainer...) No way, not if I still want free childcare! Instead, I laughed (nervously) because my Dad is always full of “entrepreneurial” ideas like this. I just said, “That sounds like fun, Daddy.”

If he writes the Nevada DMV requesting they install slot machines in the waiting area, I don’t know what I’m gonna do.

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