Trading in my TX license
The system could easily by compared to French bureaucracy – and I'll probably be murdered for saying this – and it might even be a little bit worse organised.
My only saving grace was that through sheer miscomprehension of the system, I skipped the queue (line for the locals) and ended up in front of all those who had been waiting outside with me for the last 45 minutes – my apologies fellow New Yorkers.
So $45 and 45 minutes (inside time) later I am one TX license down, and one shabby temporary NY license up.
Goodbye Texas The Lone Star State