|Renew my driver's license the other day, I had to. A big hassle that is. Going to the DMV I hate.|
Up to the counter I went. "Excuse me, to renew my..."
"Take a red number and sit over there," a lady said.
"Want me to sit where, do you?"
"Over there, right where I'm point... Where are you?"
"Down here I am."
Over the counter the lady leaned and at me she frowned. "Oh. Monkeys aren't allowed to have driver's licenses. Next."
"A monkey I am not! Want a Force-wedgie do you?"
"Alright. Then take a red number. We'll be right with you."
A number I took. 435,852. Use a number more than once they do not, I thought.
Then out the lady shouted. "Next is number 3. Who has number 3?"
What?! A long day this would be. Fortunately, numbers 2,854 through 3,604 no one had. Unfortunately, keep the lady from calling out each of those numbers one-by-one, that did not.
"Number 2,999. Does anyone have number 2,999? I said, 'does anyone have number 2,999?' Last call for 2,999... Number 3,000. Does anyone have number 3000... "
Finally, my number she called. Relieved I was. Sitting for so long I had been that all feeling in my tushy I had lost.
"At last! My license I need to renew..."
"Take these forms and go stand in that line over there." A long, long line she pointed to. See where the line went to, I could not.
A long time in that line I stood. When close to the end I thought I was getting, around another corner it would curve. Getting weak, my legs were. Finally, at the front of the line I was. But, to the same front desk I was at before, it went!
Up to the desk I went. "Excuse me, to renew my driver's license I..."
"Take a blue number and sit over there."
"But over there already I waited..."
"Did you take a red number, or a blue one?"
"A red one I took."
"Then you were waiting for your turn to stand in line."
"For what the line is, then?"
"That's the line to get a blue number. Take a number and sit over there. We'll be with you shortly."
More tushy-numbing sitting. Driving me crazy, it was. Finally, helping me renew my license someone was.
Asking me silly questions, he was.
"Two feet, two inches, I am."
"Thirty-five pounds." (Ok, a little I lied. But thirty-five pounds once, I was.)
"Do you want to be an organ donor?"
"No. Own any musical instruments I do not." A silly question that is. What with your driver's license does that have to do?
"Ok, and I see your birth date is... Oh, uh-oh."
"Everyone over the age of 650 is required to take an on-the-road exam when renewing their license. It's a new law."
Happy about that I was not. But tell you about that tomorrow, I will.