It dawned on me the other day that my driver's license had expired in the end of August. It was now nearly November... I was going to have to do something about it so as not to have a repeat of the time after the Eldest Lamblet was born and in a blur of exhaustion, confusion, awe, identity loss, identity found... I let it lapse for over a year.
For anyone who doesn't know, if you let it lapse over a certain amount of time, you don't exist anymore. What was worse, when I went to take ALL tests, yes all... you have to take the damn road test if you're enough of a chucklehead to let it lapse for a year... I found that my old license no longer counted for as valid ID, I would need my social security card, which I had, and went to pull out, only to find it was my Second City ID pass... there would be no tests that day. After another month of BS, I managed to prove I was living, was a citizen, could drive, and was given a license again. I never let it lapse again, until this year.
This time wasn't so bad, but I still had to go to the DMV. Last time, due to a spotless record, I could merely send in my moola and wait for new stickers to arrive in the mail. Apparently a good record is only good for a 4 yr waiver from having to step into the DMV, this time, I had to go.
The facilities had been updated since I had been there some 8 years ago, but the people behind the counters were still soulless, with nary a sense of humor. I know, I know, they've probably heard it all. They've dealt with the worst of the worst and are used to giving minute directions.
The thing is, if you give me minute directions, my head will break those down even further, trying to figure out what you want, thus making me do something stupid and giving the impression that I don't have a clue. I believe I exhibited at least 3 of those instances today.
And... don't argue. Don't try to explain that you know better. Oh god no. That just makes them even worse. When I progressed from the woman at counter 10 to the woman at counter 14 and that woman asked me to give her EVERYTHING the woman at counter 10 had given me, I mindlessly handed over everything I still had in my hand which caused her to respond with, "Honey?? That's your credit card receipt. Why would I want your credit card receipt?? You need to keep that."
I wanted to throw something, but instead said something about "Oh, I forgot I still had that with the other stuff..." to which she responded with, "Go sit down... over there... wait for your name... ok??"
Grrrrr.
Sure, I could do that, and I did, and I waited for the photographer woman to call, which she did. She called out and said, "You need to come right in over here", stressing the in and then gesturing with her hands... right next to herself, I thought, hmmm, ok and started to walk where her had was pointing only to realize that she was being vague with the hand and not specific because the place where she was pointing was in her little maze of stuff, a maze of stuff that looked official and not for the average visitor. I got a multiple fingersnap followed with a "No, no, no, no, no, no, no!!!" Of course I had realized about a step into her maze that this was not what she was wanting and didn't need the snap or the chorus of no's, but like good cattle and someone who had spent years in parochial school, I moved along to the proper spot, where she took my mug shot. She was miffed at this point, I was miffed at this point. She took the photo, looked at it and said, "Hmmm, that'll do." I looked down at the photo as I hightailed it out of there and thought, shit... 4 years of looking like a very angry prison warden.
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