My Life is a Hot Mess – Driver’s License Issue – Part 1
My Life is a Hot Mess – Driver’s License Issue – Part 2
My Life is a Hot Mess – Driver’s License Issue – Part 3
My Life is a Hot Mess – Driver’s License Issue – Part 4 – Before Bed Thoughts
So I finally got my license.
Proper Driver’s Licence (Photo credit: Noeluap)
First thing Thursday morning we went to the court house – to the probate court – to get a copy of my birth certificate and my ticket release letter. When she went to look for the birth certificate she came back saying “have you ever had a birth certificate?”
“Yes, when I was born.”
“I mean, have you ever seen it?”
“Yes, why?” I asked.
“Because I can’t find it.”
I just looked dazed. I didn’t know what to do or think. “You have got to be fucking kidding” is really what I was thinking. Then she starts asking me is this really how everything was slept? Am I sure my last name was not my mothers last name, or maiden name?
Hell know it wasn’t! Well, I mean yes, my mother did have the same last name as me. I mean my parents were fucking married! lady! My parents never got a divorce! My parents would still be married had my mom not died! What the fuck do you mean you can’t find my birth certificate? What in gods name am I supposed to do now? WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?
Again, I didn’t say all that but I was certainly thinking it. She went back and looked again.
While she was gone I did say to my dad “you have got to be fucking kidding me.” I was thinking if she came back and said she couldn’t find it I was just going to tell her to have me arrested now because I’m about to go outside and start driving my car without a fucking license and just say “FUCK IT!”
She came back and as she was walking back to the counter she yelled “I found it.”
And as I was sitting there waiting for the birth certificate I was wondering if I was going to have to show ID for my release letter. Thankfully I didn’t.
Then it was off to the DMV, which I believe is now called DDS: Department of Driver Safety. Whatever.
While I was waiting in the court house they had a new pamphlet telling you what would be needed to get a DL. According to that, I had everything so I didn’t think there would be a problem.
When we got to the DMV/DDS there was a friendly, older, African-American lady working the desk and running things! I liked her. She asked “what are you here for?”
“To get a license” I replied.
“Come on up, please” she said.
Then she listed off things, reasons, like renewal, blah, blah, reinstatement, blah, blah, blah.
“Um, suspended” I chocked. She was talking loud enough everyone in the room could hear us. I felt like a fucking criminal when I had to say they were suspended.
“That would be a reinstatement. Take these papers, put all of your need documents on the top of this clipboard, out of your little folder, and come back when you number is called.”
I should have said “it was just because I forgot to pay a traffic ticket, it’s not because I’m some damn drunk-driving criminal!” Though I didn’t say anything, other than “okay.”
But it turns out I did have everything I needed so it wasn’t painful at all.
But I do know this other ticket I have, I will be paying that mother-fucker on goddamn time so I don’t have to go through this bullshit again and I don’t DOUBLE the fucking cost of the ticket! And I’m hoping that ticket doesn’t cost $200 damn dollars…but there’s no telling. I should be able to call up there now and find out. They said 2 weeks but I may as well call now and get an idea. She should at least have an idea of what it will cost.