Tri Cities Auto Licensing

I can’t recall anytime in my adult life when something has been «lost in the mail» and yet there seems to be some sort of mail vortex in Kennewick outside this office as I have not received my plates or tabs from this location multiple times.
As they so politely reminded me «they don’t control the mail», but when 1,00’s of expected mail items (and countless unexpected items) have reached my door successfully, I’m confused on why two items from this office could not find their way to my house. Just have to ask yourself what’s the common thread in these «failed mail transactions».
Their solution, come in personally and give them another $ 32. Of course if I had the time to come in personnally, I wouldn’t order online. The state’s solution was to go to any local office and pay $ 27.75 for replacement plates.
I’m sure they operate under a licensure from the state, and I’d like to submit a complaint and if I am in fact a freak occurance, no worries, my bad. But I would suspect multiple complaints would result in a revocation of privledges. Based on this they were not forthcoming with a state number I could call to help find a solution.

I had some very simple business to do here one day, a few months back, and all I can remember was how rude the woman helping me was. I wish I remembered her name! She was older, probably in her late 40’s…overweight, dark hair. She was sitting at the desk in the very very far left if you walk all the way in the back. Anyway… Incredibly rude and short with me. And slow! Grr… I must investigate!

So, as I raced my car across the Yakima River Valley on a Friday night for a salsa adventure upriver on the streets of Yakima, my eyes caught a state patrol car tucked in amongst the tall grass. Sure enough as I passed, it tailed me, and put its stagelights on moi.
«Sir, do you have a suggestion for where I can get a decent bite around here. Your Unilocal-​iness popped up on my computer when I ran your plates,» said the female officer in HER sexy cop uniform.
[then I woke up]
«License & registration, please,» said the DUDE-​officer. «Did you know your tags are expired?»
D’oh!
Yeah, my madcap mind managed to forget yet another thing. I was an illegal… and the weekend just started.
Luckily, it wasn’t all dire. Turns out Kennewick’s Licensing Office was open on Saturdays! Yup, so I made my way there. Now the DMV here in the Tri-​Cities is nothing like a big city. Generally, it’s a nice experience. You get to see some interesting people, the staff are generally nice, and most important: no long waits.
On a Saturday, there was a line, but it was super fast. My transaction went by on the quick.
I was legal again.