(Not to be confused with blogger JustACoolCat who is also so vain, but much more stylish than I.)
This time last year, I had to renew my driver’s license. The one I held before was the best I.D. photo I’d ever had. It was taken the day I turned twenty-one and you could see the excitement all over that photo. I don’t know what key to the future I thought I was getting that day, but the pay off was a decent photo on my I.D., so very hard to come by.
When I renewed my license last year, the woman at the counter was mean. She screeched out “next!” and the flashbulb was going off before I even had warning. I knew it was going to be bad and when my new license arrived in the mail a couple weeks later, well, bad would be putting it kindly. I had a half smile, half open eyes and, quite possibly, seven chins. Awful. I mean, if I were a missing person and anyone attempted to look for me using this identification photo, they would be in search of a 40 year old woman on drugs toting around a quart of Jim Beam.
So I carried this I.D. for the last year and each and every time I’ve had to hand it to someone, I’ve cringed. I’ve thought, over and over, about excuses I could use to get a new one. Could I “lose” it? No, they store the photo. Could I move? No, they just make you put a sticker with your new address on the back. Maybe I should change my name? As if I don’t have enough “funny stories” on dates these days. The other day, it hit me. I no longer have a vision restriction! The information on my license is incorrect! Guess I need a new one!
So yesterday, I hoofed it over to the D.M.V. and stood in a remarkably short line. When I got to the counter, I told the woman (a much nicer one) my situation. “Oh,” she said, “all you need to do is have your doctor put a sticker on the back saying you’re no longer visually impaired. Or, you can pay $15 and renew it.”
Best $15 I’ve ever spent.
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