I finally made it to the DMV yesterday to get a Utah DL (and change my name). I'm not thrilled about being a "Utah Driver" but I like to think that since I learned how to drive in Texas, I'm a "Texas Driver" through and through. (Which is much preferred.)
But, I didn't smile for my DL picture. Which, truthfully, felt a little awkward and unnatural. But my thought process was this: I probably won't be smiling if I'm pulled over, or in any other way showing my ID card to someone, so why not look a little more serious? (Plus my cheeks are HUGE when I smile. So, I was being
And I will say that my hair does look pretty fab in the pic. But we'll see how my pic looks when it's actually printed on the real license. In color. I am (of course) hoping for a good picture. Then maybe I can be 3 for 3. (Three licenses. Three good pictures. I know. Vanity rearing her head again.)
And surprisingly, I had a really good experience at the DMV. I barely had to wait at all for my turn to be taken care of. (What time did we get there, Tyler? Two-ish??)
The highlight of my DMV experience was probably that when the lady who was helping me get my information into the system started giving me instructions, you know the whole "take this here, and give this to that guy, then go here and do this" deal. Out of the blue, she suddenly said, "You know what, I'll take this over to that guy so you don't have to wait in line. You just go to the computer and check in with him when you are done."
What, the wait would have taken maybe 10 minutes? No big deal for me. But it was so nice to just get down to business and take the test. (Which I got a 96% on. I'm still not sure what the question I missed was asking me about. Maybe it was worded poorly? Maybe I just couldn't visualize it? Anyway, the answer to --whatever it was-- is "True." I know that now.) Anyway, I really appreciated her small kindness to me.
The saddest part of the experience was getting my Texas DL back with two little holes punched in it--forever invalidating my beloved Texas license. I'll admit, when I watched the man put the holes into my license, I died just a little inside. Part of me wanted to beg him not to hurt my license. I considered the various ways in which I could convince him to let me have my license back, unscathed. (None of which would have done anything other than make me look suspicious.)
I even considered asking him for the two plastic circles that he so nonchalantly punched from my license. (But again, the rational part of my brain prevailed, and I stopped myself from doing anything silly.)
But at the end of the day, I'm officially a Heasley. And that, my friends, is what matters.
4 comments:
You've been married how long? And you just barely changed your name?!! Haha. I thought it took me a long time, but I guess six months isn't that long compared to you. ;)
What a relief to me that you are officially a Heasley :)
I've never known anyone ever who likes their picture on their license, so you are the first.
I remember years ago when my boys were all small (we were living in our first home), and my new license came in the mail. I was in the kitchen at the time, and the mailman knocked on my window and said, "Hey Jill, you've got to see this! This is a terrible picture of you."
Thankfully, I don't think they have those see through envelopes anymore.
Wow... Lucky you. You must have some kind of magic charm to get the DMV to go your way. Sorry about your license. Texas will gladly take you back anytime. Like tomorrow for instance? Love you!!
Jill's comment just cracked me up!
Congratulations, Mrs. Heasley!
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