Four trips to the DMV

Four trips to the DMV later, I still don’t have license plates for my car. The culprit this time around? An employee there that called me and told me to come in and specifically see her at window #30 about the title that had finally arrived from Volkswagen. When I actually arrive at the DMV however, I’m told that “officially” there is no window #30 and that the woman who called me has been on vacation for a week and will be on vacation for another week but comes in occasionally to “help out with the mail”. And to top it all off, all this is apparently my fault for not making an appointment. Urge to kill rising, rising.