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Thursday, August 04, 2011

Feeling Like A Criminal











Last week on the twenty eighth day in a month of thirty one I realized my drivers license was due to expire. This year I was given strict instruction that I had to appear IN PERSON. DO NOT RENEW ON LINE. Naturally I waited until the last minute (almost). They open at 8 am, I arrived at 7:50am.

The doors were open when I arrived and the line had about ten people. I inched my way up only to find out that the two point ID I had with me was not the correct copy, luckily I was carrying a bank card and insurance card which allowed me to meet the new six point system of identification requirements needed for proof of mere existence. I was given the number eleven handwritten on a 3x5 card and asked to sit and wait.

We all sat and stared at the empty booth for the first thirty minutes or so, then a women appeared calling number's one, two and three. It took about one hour to complete the first three people. Apparently our proof of mere existence needed to be questioned one last time. There was no help in sight, by this time the inmates were talking to each other. I was sure someone would share Facebook information.

Before the fourth set of three number's were called a second person came out to help. When my number was finally called, number twelve and I had our very own individual license giver-outers. The two of us decided to be cohorts in crime and not renew our photos, therefore speeding up the laborious process for the remaining convicts. While waiting in the trenches I had had a conversation with number thirty one, who had at least a two hour wait. It was the right thing to do.

While we were standing waiting, number twelve mentioned that being there made her feel like a criminal, I had to agree. The whole burden of proof process was very uncomfortable to me also. I have to admit I was very relieved when I was given the okay and told I could leave.

Unfortunately I also noticed that morning while walking to my car that my inspection sticker said six. We were at the end of the seventh month. On my way to the inspection station I bought a tin cup.