This was good even for my blessed city: Walk in, get number, sit down, see number called within ten seconds of sitting down, talk to chipper polite clerk who zips through questions and gets me to sign my temporary driver’s license, get my picture taken and laugh with chipper polite clerk at how funny-looking I am, then say thank you thank you simultaneously, then take off back outside with a spring in my step. I love you, Vancouver! (In the United States the above process would have taken, on average, two hours … and likely there would have been little laughter … )