|Continued from the last two posts, this is.|
Very stressful, trying to renew my driver's license had been. Now, the only thing left for me to do, taking a vision test was. Nervous I was, because studied for this "vision" test I had not.
"OK," the lady said, "Look into this viewfinder and read off the top row for me."
"E Y O P Q, it says."
"I'm sorry, that's incorrect."
"But close I was."
"Actually, those are all numbers on the top row."
"Do you have eye glasses, contact lenses, or any kind of corrective lenses?"
"No. Never needed glasses before, I have."
"Well, I'm sorry, but we can't issue you a license until you get some sort of corrective lenses."
"Look lady, need glasses I do not..."
"First of all, I'm a guy. Secondly, I'm standing over here. That's the coat rack you're talking to."
Hmph! Used the Jedi Mind Trick on these people I would have, but long ago I learned that work on DMV workers, the trick does not. Strong with the Dark Side, they are.
Since no other choice I had, to get some eye glasses I went. At one of those one-hour places I bought them, since my license I wanted to get that day.
When done the exam was, about my vision test I told the doctor. "Honestly, doctor, that bad my eyesight is not, I know."
"Actually, I'm surprised you didn't come in here with a seeing-eye Wookiee."
So, some frames I picked out that make me look too nerdy would not:
Then back to the DMV to renew my license I went. This time, the vision test I passed. (Yes, a guy that was. But very skinny he was. Easy to confuse him with the coat rack it could be.)
Finally, getting my picture taken for the license I was.
"Alright," the photographer said, "here we go. Smile."
"Wait! Ready I am not..."
Nothing for me, this picture does. That goofy-looking I am not. A chance to comb my hair, he did not give me. Trying to smile I was. Instead, frightened I look. But be honest with me, really that fat am I?