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| - I really hate this plaza, mainly because there is never anywhere to park and 3/4 of the spots are reserved for Union Station customers. I know there is just a car accident waiting to happen in here.
Because of this, I normally frequent other registries, but I was nearby and my registration was in my purse, just begging to get renewed so I stopped in after work.
Now this registry also houses a Canada Post outlet, so that is cool, the post office side is nice and clean and the guy who works the counter after work has been really friendly in the past. I hadn't ever paid much attention to the registry side before, when i entered there were 6 attendants behind the desk being screamed at in Hungarian by an old man.
I think he wanted to use a washroom.
Immediately it just seemed dirtier on the registry side, there was a now serving light box and no sanctions to show where to queue and just lots of chairs. So I didn't know if I had to take a number (didn't see where you would grab that) or if anyone else was waiting in line. Fearing that I would also be screamed at in Hungarian, I kind of huddled by the door until a woman told me it was ok to step forward.
The weird thing about this registry is that they don't have the giant price list behind the counter like they do in EVERY other registry. It also doesn't have the reminder written on the handy absent sign that payment can only be made in cash or debit.
The woman who served me was fine, but she was very quiet, I had to lean over the counter to hear her. She tripled checked my info though before completing the renewal. My fiancé came here to update his license and a month later he got a letter from registry services saying whoever filled out his application forgot to include our apartment number and had to go back.
Least I won't have that worry.
I don't know what it is about this place, but it just feels...wrong. i like my registry offices to be sparkling with a clear place to line up and to be hit over the head with the registry's authority. You get the impression it is every employees first week on the job, though I am sure it is not.
As I left, it turned out the Hungarian old man had taken a seat on the chairs and he got up to give round two as I hurried out the door, license plate sticker in hand.
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