Almost as bad as the DMV

I guess it would be naive to believe that a Friday the 13th could go by without having to endure at least one little slice of hell, but this was the picture I saw when I walked into the Comcast Service Store in order to exchange my fried cable modem for a working one, instead of waiting an indeterminate time frame for a technician to come out to my home to do it.  For the 26 minutes that I was there, I was the the only customer in the entire building that was not black.

Georgia did away with DMVs and instead has two different divisions that deal with acquiring licenses and license plates.  I’ve dealt with the licenses online, and I’d been fortunate to have dealt with my plates at such odd hours when I was still a contractor, to where it wasn’t an inconvenience.  But the misery of something reminiscent of DMV lines clearly still exists, in this Comcast Service Store.

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