Eager to have Wisconsin license plates and Wisconsin driver's license, we headed for a big town several counties away. Our local DMV is open 3 half days a month and doesn't do plates so off to Rice Lake we go. It has a similar number system like Cook County. The wait wasn't too long although others around us were complaining about the wait time. If they only knew what it is like in the real world. A grandmotherly-type welcomed us at the door and asked the usual questions in a helpful way. "Do you have your checkbook or some cash with you? We can't take credit/debit cards. Wouldn't want you to wait and find that out later." The woman at the counter was friendly as well, but her typing skills lacked. She made me 9 pounds heavier than I wrote on the form. I told her that with eating Wisconsin cheese that I would probably be gaining weight, so I didn't have her re-do it. Then she described some new cheese that she had eaten and where she had gotten it. I don't think that she realized that I was making a joke. Guess that cheese in Wisconsin is not something to joke about. They are serious about cheese. (Note to self: probably shouldn't make a crack about the Packers either.) This is one of many Wisconsin lessons that I am learning.
On the way out the Grandmother stopped us and made sure that everything went well and to welcome us to the state of Wisconsin. Take that, Jesse White!
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