Is there any truer slice of humanity than at the Bureau of Motor Vehicles? I'm thinking it definitely has to be up there in humanity viewing. Top three at least.
In the half hour I was there, the things I witnessed (guy trying to pass off a fake social security card), saw (most people actually smile for their license picture), smelled (you don't want to know), and learned (license plates really are made at the local prison) had the writer in me taking note and the everyday me in people-watching heaven.
I kinda can't wait to go back again. There's a book plot there, I just know it.
What are your favorite place to view slices of humanity?