(I woke up to this poster on my ceiling every morning in High School-BTW)
Today, however, was a big day. A trip to the Department of Motor Vehicles was in order, and I was up for the challenge. When I got the letter recruiting me for this tour of duty, I was proud, honored that they would select me to have my license renewed. No longer would my vertical license read “under 21 until….” No longer would I be turned away at baseball games and concerts because the new stadium rule states that even if you are over 21 your license can not utter the earlier mentioned phrase. No longer will my picture be a 19 year old Sensitive Sally, who I kindly refer to as, ‘teenage brat with an attitude problem’. Judging from the bags under my eyes in my old license picture, I had been binge drinking for at least a college semester with no night or day off, not sleeping, maybe being hazed by my sorority sisters, and there was no place for authority in my life.
“Look right here and we’ll take your picture, Miss.”
“I’ll look wherever the hell I want, DMV guy.”
At least that is what the picture suggests happened.
I digress. I got my new license and it was pretty painless, $66 later. My picture is not much better, since I forgot to take down the side ponytail I put in this morning, and my smile is large and aggressive from my 2.5 cups of coffee that I had plenty of time to drink while waiting in all the lines, but hey, I am an over 21 organ donor and that is alright with me.
On top of getting my new license, I also had the task of changing the title over from my parent’s, to my name on my car. What is the title, you ask? I totally agree. Eventually, after 3 separate visits to the DMV, leaving empty handed and unsettled, I finally figured it out. I had everything the DMV man asked me for today. It was as smooth as the center of a chocolate lava cake. I used that reference because you really do have to get through some rough cake to get to the smooth center. Yum.
In any case, my work with the DMV is done for now. As I left the building, I received a few head nods and maybe a smile from the other people still waiting, still serving their roads. No one in there spoke English, except the people working, or else I am sure they would have asked me for a speech and honored my brave journey in updating my license and changing important paperwork. I returned home safely after my tour and was received with hugs (from my mom who came over for lunch).
I hope I never have to go back, but you know how it is. Once you courageously sign up to drive on American roads, your work is never done.
I will see you soon, DMV man. (Unless you get laid off.)