“OH
NO,” I realized I had to go to the local office to get my driver’s license
renewed. No simple online renewal for me. The Division of Motor Vehicles needed to see
me in person.
Why
did I prefer online renewals? I, like
others I knew, had grown weary of the long lines. But on this visit it wasn’t long lines, it was
seeing my photo.
Friends
and family taken my photo all the time, I don’t hide. I enjoy my photo. So I stepped up to the line, took off my
glasses and had a partial smile. Waited a bit, and was given my temporary
license.
When
I opened up my temporary license, I almost had a heart attack, tears and panic.
It was the wrong photo! Surely that was not me. There must have been some mix
up. Yes, there was another “middle aged” woman there. This must have been her
photo. I stopped and reviewed all the
written information. Everything was correct but the photo. The more I examined
the photo I could see my eyes and my nose. Sure enough it was me. But where and
when did all those ridges come? I knew I
had a few wrinkles. I was okay with
those. But now there were unknown ridges. I looked like I had aged 20
years.
I
thought about having the whole thing redone, pretending that I had lost my new
license. However, I decided to wait and see what happened first time I used it
as an ID. Well… the person looked at my
photo… and waved me along. They didn’t say anything. Showed it to a few friends
who wondered what the problem was. Oh,
well, I might look older in that photo, but really I do not feel old! What is old anyway? Who cares about a few more wrinkles, ridges,
lines… whatever? Today, not me. After all I still maintain “you’re as young as
you feel”. What do think?
I was just glad to see mine in black and white. The previous one had way too many details. It would help if they let you turn your head a little so it doesn't look so much like a jailhouse mugshot.
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