Registry of Motor Vehicles

Ugh… the dreaded license renewal. Typically I anticipate my experience with the MA DOT/​RMV to resemble a slow funeral processional towards a shallow grave
…in the rain
…with an off-​key trumpet in my ear
…on my birthday (great — just the place I had *hoped* to visit on my birthday)
…and it’s my own grave.
O how I was pleasantly surprised by the Attleboro RMV! I arrived twenty minutes prior to their opening time and was the fourth person in line. When those doors opened, I was in — and — out with a FIVE MINUTE TURN AROUND! (and that counts my picture being re-taken…TWICE).
If the RMV lot is full there’s plenty of two-​hour parking nearby.
The entrance is around back and down a crumbly staircase (…shady as all hell… but hey, it’s Attleboro, so long as Aaron Hernandez is out of town, you’ll be fine).
RMV staff it’s particulary perky, but aren’t the soul-​suckingly dreadful stock as the Boston-​centric RMVs.
I approve (…it’s only once every five years, after all).