🚀 go-pugleaf

After exposure to innumerable Mike Barnicle columns, Usenet 
messages, irate letters to the _Globe_, etc., I was prepared
for the worst when I visited the Registry of Motor Vehicles
on Nashua Street this morning to renew my driver's license.

To my surprise, the visit was quite pleasant.   After I waited
in line about 2 minutes,  a very friendly and attractive young
woman took my renewal form and check, and gave me a perfunctory eye
exam.  She even cheerfully directed me to a mirror I could use
to comb my hair before having my picture taken.  Five minutes
later, I had my new license, with a new address (I'm moving in
two weeks).

I then walked across the hall to give the Registration department that
new address.   After I told them my license plate number, they
immediately read my new address back to me.   Apparently when I
renewed the driver's license five minutes earlier, their computer had
already matched me to my plate number and entered the new address in
that database too.

So where do all the Registry horror stories come from?  Is my
good experience that unusual?

-- 
Ron Newman		rnewman@bbn.com