Today I will be making my 10th trip to the DMV to renew my drivers license (I’ll let you do the math). This will be my eleventh attempt at getting a good picture for my license. So far each time I’ve looked like a guy who just got arrested for meth possession. And this guy just seems to be getting older.
I’m not sure why but I dread going there. It’s almost as bad as waiting in line to go to confession back in grade school at Our Saviour’s except that the wait time is much longer. For confession though you just went in and said some words you memorized verbatim and then say you said, three hells, two damns and a son of a bitch and it was over. You don’t get out that easy at the DMV.
For some reason the folks at the DMV give off the perception that your being there is a tremendous inconvenience to them. They will almost always remind you that you could have done this online.
One year I forgot my license was going to expire and went in two weeks after my birthday. The gal told me that my license had expired and I said I know and that I forgot to come in. Then she asked how I got there. I said in my car. Then she told me again that my license was expired. Then apparently in those situations they make you go back and sit down and wait an additional 75 minutes then call you back up. I guess that is the penalty for renewing late. You have to wait 75 minutes.
Well I guess I had better get going. I don’t want to have to wait an additional 75 minutes.
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