When waiting in line for hours and finally approaching the window but the window either closes or the clerk tells you that somehow "You were on the wrong line" and you are sent to another line only to be sent to another and another in a vicious cycle of wasted time and frustration.
That is the nature of The DMV Treatment.
Person: Ugh finally, thanks for taking three hours of my life.. *walks toward window*..
Clerk: I'm sorry sir this window is closed now, go to the red line.
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)