I imagine some, arrogant, 400 pound welfare jockey, sitting in a over stuffed, tax paid, government leather chair, with fishing tackle hanging off their ears, yawning at 300 people standing in line and moving as slow as syrup on a cold day.
the lardasses who become heads of dmv's are people who, in exchange for making sure that the insurance company wishlist is enacted in the state legislature, get a phat noshow job with the insurance industry as soon as they leave govt.