Last week, I went to renew my driver's license, which was due to expire on my birthday (today). Even though I don't own I car, I do drive (the flexcar) frequently, so I need my DL to be up-to-date.
For most Americans, the DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles) is a dreaded destination. We all remember hours spent in line and the nerve-wracking driving test we took as teenagers. (I failed my first time, age 16; passed the second time, age 16.5. I passed my motorcycle endorsement test on the first try when I was 18.)
However, if you visit the DC DMV, you'll be pleasantly surprised. You don't stand in line for long. First, you stand in a short line, tell the clerk why you're there and get a number. Then you sit and fill out paperwork. Later, they call your number AND put it on a board in case you don't hear it. Handy! You go to the appropriate window and wait in another (short) line. In my case, I handed everything over, paid, and then waited, again, to get a new copy of my license.
It might sound like a lot of steps, but each stage moved smoothly. Actually, it's that initial screening step that makes all the difference and keeps the lines from getting out of control, so I'm all in favor of it.
When my name was called in the license producing area, the man asked if I wanted a new picture. I said, "yes." Heck, I was dressed rather prettily--in my magenta sweater and new sparkly silver necklace (cubic zirconia--love it!)--mostly because I had a date that night (not with Kansas). I even brushed my hair, so I figured I'd take my chances.
When the man gave me the finished license he said, "You got a magazine photo there." I said, "It turned out well!" It really did. It might be the best DL picture I've ever had. That's a pretty good birthday present, I think.
Grateful for: my good picture.
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