Lucky me. I got to spend the day at the DMV getting my license renewed. I drove 25 minutes to my friendly DMV office and got my number like you would get at the deli counter except here you don’t get roasted turkey samples or the promise of an Italian sub later.
I had spent the morning getting my documents ready – birth certificate, proof of social security number, old license, and two proofs of residency. Additionally, I filled out my application online before I came. I was READY for an easy breezy license.
I picked the magic seat that would get me up to the window the fastest and then I waited and waited. Someone had apparently already soaked up the magic from my chair. I’m thinking it was the yellow shirt guy. He seemed pretty chipper.
So I practice my license face while I waited.
I finally made it to the window and proudly submitted my documents. She smiled. I smiled thinking, “I’m the king of the world.” Then, the big question came. “Do you have your marriage license?” WHAT??????? My marriage license???? Are you kidding me? She indicated I had to show my marriage license to show “how my name changed from my birth certificate.” Seriously! I have had a driver’s license for 40 years in Georgia and now they are asking for a marriage license??? So back home I went. I searched high and low for that hallowed document, ate lunch, drove back to the DMV, got a new ticket, and sat in a different lucky seat because obviously the first one was very unlucky.
I finally got my license. My photo looks much like the ones above and now I can drive for another 8 years.