Thank you for giving me a driver's license and for making it one of those 8 year deals so that this stressor in my life doesn't have to happen again for a long time.
Thank you for encouraging me to push my entire head against the vision and sign test thingy so that I could actually see letters lest you think I was blind. I appreciate you telling me not to yell out the regulatory and warning signs, but just to read what they say. Me yelling was supposed to indicate that I am an awesome driver.
I am relieved that I actually had the exact $32 in cash so as to pay you for this service, since you would not take my check with my maiden name. I can't get new checks without a driver's license with my married name. Seems ironic. Especially since I had to fork over my $2 bill that I had been keeping in my wallet for years for good luck. I laughed a little when I wished you good luck, especially after you mentioned that $2 bills are bad luck. Oops. Maybe that's been my problem this entire time?
Thanks for putting my lighthouse back on my license and again making me an organ donor. I was still nervous when I responded that I wasn't sure if anyone wanted my organs but they would be available if needed. I hope that isn't bad karma, but I am proud to have a little heart on my license.
I hope that you relieved the fears of the Dad who brought a new driver into the office. A woman in front of him remarked that he must be excited for her. He replied that he was mortified. Good luck with that.
It weirded me out a little when the computer camera supposedly broke when I was sitting in the chair, cheesing in front of 16 of my closest Carrboro friends. But hopefully there is a shot of me smiling, and not looking stoned like my last picture. That was a horrible picture. And I wasn't stoned.
But mostly thanks for not failing me, for whatever reason. I was already illegally driving and it was a big concern of mine. The legal train rides again.
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