I woke up this morning at 6:30 a.m. and drove to the fairgrounds. But I didn't go to the fair, I didn't eat any bright pink cotton candy or funnel cake. No, I went to get my drivers license renewed.
Yes, as bizarre as it sounds, there is a DMV in the fairgrounds. Not next to it, no right inside the gates. Does anyone else find this a little sick? I mean come on, I have always associated the fairgrounds with happy jolly-ness. Not a place that I have to get to five minutes before it opens to stand out in the rain with strangers. When I walked up a man in a suit looked like he was going to hit me with his brief case if I even thought about butting in front of him in line.
I walked in and was immediately instructed to fill out a form that asked me every question in the book except maybe if I was a registered sex offender.. oh wait.. nope they asked me that too (What does any of this have to do with driving?) I finally finished and went up to the desk, gave the lady the form, and then she sent me to sit down and wait.
So I waited, and waited. Finally it was my turn. I wear corrective lenses so that meant I had to be punished by taking an eye test. For some reason every time I take one of those things, my palms sweat. Like I am going to find out I've gone blind in the last five minutes or something.
I pay my money, and then she informs me that I can't keep my old DL picture.. no I have to take another one. I should mention it was incredibly early and I didn't have time to put on makeup. So I ended up taking what will go down in history of the DMV as one of the worst pictures taken (You know they have a board in the back that they hang up the real "doozy's" and snicker as they walk past.)
Why is it when I leave the DMV I feel mildly abused? Happy rainy Thursday?