When I first arrived, I was last in line. But very quickly a young Japanese woman in her mid-20s sidled up behind me. Within ten seconds she was on her cel phone, talking in Japanese. She talked in this really sultry voice the entire time, punctuated frequently when she would coo, "Mmmmmmmmmm..." every couple of minutes. This went on for maybe 20 minutes or so, non-stop. I don't speak Japanese, but was she on a phone sex chat line? If so, I guess I have to admire her industriousness, being able to make "productive" use of her time in line at the DMV to do some paid work. I felt more and more self-conscious as her "conversation" went on and on, as I stood there idly holding a magazine, trying (futilely) not to listen to something I didn't even understand.
About a half hour later, I found myself sitting bolt upright in a hard plastic chair waiting for my number to be called. Sitting uncomfortably close to me in the next chair over was a tough looking hispanic man in his mid-30s. He was dressed, maybe, 75% like a biker. His cel phone rang. He answered and said, "Hey, Evan! I can get your money today, no problem. I just have to go see Jeanie......If that's what you want....." The gruff, deep voice on the other end of the phone answered only, "Fine," and then hung up. I'm not sure what was going on there, either. But I am pretty sure that I wouldn't want to be "Jeanie" this afternoon.