If I stopped an average person on the street and said, "excuse me miss, do you know when your driver's license will expire?" Do you know what she'd say? Well, since I've already tested this theory and know the answer, I will save you from answering incorrectly and being embarrassed. The answer is "nope." Actually the answer is, "No, and who are you --- some sorta psycho?" But, I don't think you need the details of that conversation. It's a shame how bent out of shape people get when you reach for their purse and ask to see their driver's license. Weird...anyways.
So I was on my way to Nashville for work. In the airport, the kind gentleman from the TSA who checks your valid photo ID and also is the backup custodian for terminal B looked at my ID and told me that it was expired. I gasped, and told him he was wrong. Then I realized that was a bad move, so I attempted to compliment him on his "good catch." That made me realize that I was eluding to the fact that I had been "caught" as if to say I knew and was trying to slip through. Folks, check your IDs! Who knew it was time? The DMV said they sent me notification. I said they didn't. They said that they didn't care what I thought because they have more power than the mafia, and if I want to be legal, I have to go to one of the most hated places in the world. Did I mention that no valid ID means you also cannot rent a car? Yah, not cool.
So, long story long, Friday after having my hand slapped on my way back to Charlotte in the aiport, I went to the DMV. I received my ticket that told me the order I would be served. Good ole number 208.
They were currently serving 192.
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