Ugh… the dreaded license renewal. Typically I anticipate my experience with the MADOT/RMV to resemble a slow funeral processional towards a shallow grave …in the rain …with an off-key trumpet in my ear …on my birthday(great — just the place I had *hoped* to visit on my birthday) …and it’s my own grave. O how I was pleasantly surprised by the Attleboro RMV! I arrived twenty minutes prior to their opening time and was the fourth person in line. When those doors opened, I was in — and — out with a FIVEMINUTETURNAROUND!(and that counts my picture being re-taken…TWICE). If the RMV lot is full there’s plenty of two-hour parking nearby. The entrance is around back and down a crumbly staircase(…shady as all hell… but hey, it’s Attleboro, so long as Aaron Hernandez is out of town, you’ll be fine). RMV staff it’s particulary perky, but aren’t the soul-suckingly dreadful stock as the Boston-centric RMVs. I approve(…it’s only once every five years, after all).