Department of Motor Vehicles

The woman who took my picture acted like me wanting to know when I could expect my license in the mail was just the most annoying thing she had ever experienced. Well, sorry, princess!!! It’s a reasonable question. It annoys me that tax money pays for you to be so rude.

Worst experience I’ve ever had! Our family talked to two different people about getting my sister a permit and my grandma was there who is our legal guardian. They would not let us get a permit unless our parents were there even after we showed them the paper work that my grandma was our guardian. Even after we explained to them six times our parents were deceased! They continued to raise their voice with us and said that my sister did not exist and that I should have never got my license because I don’t have parents. Tell me how I can walk in to a social security place and get a new card with just and ID but they won’t let my sister get a permit because we don’t have parents. It would have been nice if they were a little more nice about the situation instead of broadcasting all our business to everyone in that place. It seems to me that they all don’t want to be there cause every time I’ve been there no one is in a good mood or happy to help you! Never going back again!!!

If you want to be harassed by a bunch of people who has other wise no power in other aspects of their lives and are willing to exert whatever power on you, the puny test taker, then this is the place for you, they believe they are GOD and the lady does driving test is bother unpleasant and rude and look down upon you if ur not blond hair and blue eyed, she won’t even say hi back even u try to be friendly, worst DMV ever. There is one nice lady with short hair there that’s actually helpful, but not enough to turn this terrible place around unfortunately

All Desis. Beware…not the right place for us. There is a chinese guy who does new licenses. he will unnecessarily harass you and make you get irrelevant document. Said part is he does all new licenses only .So u can’t avoid him. He is racist for sure. He will argue unnecessarily. will not have answers to your questions and will make sure you don’t get your license easily.

I was new to town, and had just moved here from (waiting for boos and hisses) Texas. I stumbled across this location, and on a whim decided to try and get my Colorado license. I had never seen a drivers license office in a strip mall, but it was the right place. My experience was great. The ladies were funny, the service was extremely fast, and in less than 15 minutes I was out the door. There was one slight issue… I didn’t have a bill with my name and address. All of our bills are in my fiancée’s name, since he moved here first. Luckily I had signed a lease on a storage unit, and had the notarized papers from the closing on my previous home with the forwarding address in Highlands Ranch. So if you’re new, be sure and take a bill with your address.

As far as DMV’s go the wait was not long, granted we arrived at opening and were first in the door. My only complaint was the worker had my daughter listed as a male on her initial permit paperwork and she obviously wasn’t. they corrected that pretty quickly.

I went to the DMV around 3p on a Monday and only waited about 30 minutes.
ALERT: You must provide proof of address now and it must be something substantial (although I thought it was silly that I was told to bring something «more official» than my receipt from the SSA with my address clearly stated.)
They had me in and out in a short amount of time, and that means something at the DMV.

The Seventh Circle of Hell, more commonly referred to as the Department of Motor Vehicles, is a special place for people like me who lose important things like their drivers license and need to be punished.
Seeing as it’s part of the bureaucracy, the mission of the DMV is to shit on the day of each and every patron who walks through their door. A trip to the DMV wouldn’t be right unless you were inconvenienced in some way and got at least one dirty look from an employee.
I arrived at 4:15. The DMV closes at 5. Number 92. Awesome! Finally am served at 5:06. Provide former learners permit as identification and a prescription label as my proof of address. Just kidding! You suck! Prescription labels don’t count! At this point, Charles (the man «helping» me) was rolling his eyes and rattling off all acceptable forms of proof of address in an annoyed mumble. A magazine counts. But I guess a prescription from a pharmacy isn’t legitimate enough. It seems like it would be easier to steal your neighbors magazine subscription off of their stoop, but whatever, I don’t make the rules. Remember, you’re dealing with the bureaucracy. Simplifying the experience is exactly what they don’t want!
Remembering in that moment I had a paycheck in my car with my name and address on it, I kindly asked if I could quickly run out and grab it. But no. I was told to leave and come back at eight tomorrow.
I may or may not have called him a spiteful, bureaucratic sad sack and gotten escorted out but that’s besides the point.
I came at 8:30 am the following day with 13 pieces of mail, and Charles was lucky enough to help me! It took me about ten minutes to prove myself, pay, and have my picture taken, but I didn’t leave for an hour.
Why? Because they decided it would be a nice idea to have one line dedicated for license renewals, two people were working, and they decided it would be cool to not call numbers for a while. I was number one.
I hate this place. With every fiber of my being. From the stupid green chairs to the stupid blue curtain that I’m forced to pose in front of for my photo. It doesn’t compliment my coloring whatsoever.
And I’m still bitter about having to wait four days to get my drivers license when I was sixteen, since they close at five p.m., and my birthday was the Friday of labor day weekend, and they decided to take a furlough day on that Tuesday.
I hate the DMV. More than the Postal Service.
Working for the government is no excuse to be a giant asshole.