Within hours after writing my last post, I found myself at the DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles). It wasn't that I had already given up on finding my two most important forms of ID, but rather that I needed to get a title for a new vehicle transferred into our name.
As I started to wait in line at the title department I started to wonder if I would need a driver's license to complete the transaction.
I don't know about your local DMV office, but ours, and in fact every one that I have EVER waited in, is just plain weird. I guess I could take the view of trying to be entertained by utter randomness of the types of people that come in and out of those doors, but during cold and flu season I find that hard to do. Not to mention that it seems like the people who work there are on a personal mission to make you aware of how much they absolutely hate their jobs. It just isn't a fun place.
So I got out of that line, walked across the hall and instead started waiting in the driver's license line...hoping that if I did indeed need one that a temporary would do.
Finally when I heard the gruff "NEXT" being called it applied to me. I don't know why I felt compelled to tell his mistakenly sweet woman about how I had lost my license, but I did. "Step to the line for you picture, ma'am." What? A new picture? I was thinking they'd just resend my old one. The one that I sort of actually liked. The one where my hair had been washed and I actually had some makeup on. I was starting to think of ways I could lose this one that would document me the way I was looking that morning.
Ten bucks later, I had my temporary and was waiting in line for the title.
This time the employee didn't like the way our insurance company did the temporary card for the new vehicle. Suddenly I was searching of every random pocket and fold of my wallet hoping to find an insurance card for our other car.
And lo and behold guess what I found? From a seldom used pocket that holds my checkbook flap into place fell out my driver's license and social security card. I guess I only thought I had turned my wallet inside out a hundred times. I nearly cried when I saw the picture of me wearing my favorite yellow tee with a tan summer face.
Then the guilt set in for blaming it on Jade all of this time. I guess she was playing around down by our scanner and must have handed my cards to me...such a good girl. And then I tucked them away in such a good hiding place that I couldn't even find them myself.
After a brief moment of guilt I decided I had one more line to wait in. I marched myself back over to the driver's license section to get my $10 back and prevent the scary picture from being printed.
I couldn't believe it, but they let me void the transaction. Now if they could have only erased the smells and images of my earlier trash digging...that would have been something.
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