Got my drivers license renewed today. Big day. My first license picture in years without a mustache.
I thought it might be a good idea, given our travels, to have my identity verified on the license. Basically, that means I am who the license says I am, but in this case, to the satisfaction of the federal government.
I looked at the list of documents required to have my identity verified, and brought my passport and birth certificate. (My birth certificate, by the way, has the most exquisite handwriting on it. Do schools still teach the Palmer or Rinehart systems of penmanship? No? I didn’t think so. Too bad. But I digress.)
Pleased with my preparedness and efficiency, I marched into a Triple A office to renew my license.
The license I got, the identity verification I did not. Seems a passport and a birth certificate aren’t enough. The nice lady asked for a Social Security card, but the last time I saw mine, I was, oh, 12. She asked if I brought a W-2 form. I hadn’t. (And I usually carry one, and ask people if they want to see what I make!)
I retreated to my car, and looked at the list of other acceptable forms. Hey, a court order will do!!!
“Honey, will you file for a restraining order against me??? I want my identity verified.”
I didn’t make that call. But I wanted to.