I got my driver’s license today.
A new picture – I guess they require it to be updated every five years. My photo was from my junior year of high school in which I ditched out on study hall (a study hall monitored by a certain coach that started with G and ended with Neck (“You must be smart. I see you read.”)).
The ladies at the counter had to keep checking to see if it was me. Skinny neck, no facial hair, pompadour greased to the side. They agreed that it was time to update the photo.
Crazy situation: the workers were nice.
I showed up at 4:35pm. They close at 5pm but stop serving customers at 4:30pm. (Why not advertise a 4:30pm close time? That extra 30 minutes is Seinfeld-watchin’ time. I don’t know.)
They let me in. It pretty much was the online registration, but now at a kiosk. It took me a while to figure out to scroll down. It just had a statement, but nothing to click on. The woman next to me had the same issue.
Registered, form printed automatically, went to go stand in line for the photo.
I stood in front of the screen to take the photo. I’m bigger than the screen. They made me crouch down.
Next time you see me, ask to look at the card. Definitely a “different” ID.
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When I got my license here, the lady looked at the expiration date on my AZ license, 50 years from when it was issued, and couldn’t stop laughing. Here you have to renew them like every 5 years. Makes me wonder how easy it would be to steal someone’s identity in AZ, given how out of date driver’s licenses could be and still be valid.
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