My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
I’m always reminded of two things about myself, whenever I go to have my drivers license renewed.
One: How impatient I am, sitting in a room filled with 50,000 other neurotic Libra’s and Scorpio’s, waiting for my number to be called, so that I can have a horrifying picture taken, which will haunt me for the next four years.
Two: And just how VAIN I am about that picture.
I mean, I don’t want to end up with something that when I show my driver licenses, the person looking at it says, “I’m sorry, but I’m going to need to see some other form of identification…because this is NOT you.”
My last drivers license photo looked as though I had it taken at Glamour Shots. There was such a haze over the photo, that it seemed as though the photographer had coated the camera lens with a jar of Vaseline and then draped it with two inches of gauze.
(I looked like Doris Day in movie Pillow Talk)
Anyway…today was the day I decided to renew my license, and you’d swear I was getting ready for my first Vogue photo shoot.
I picked out the perfect shirt; got freshly shaved; gelled my hair; clipped all random nose hairs; trimmed my goatee, and then brushed my teeth with dazzling Rembrandt toothpaste.
(I’m surprised I didn’t stop by the dermatologist for a few shots of BOTOX)
And when I got down to the Driver’s License Bureau, there weren't just 50,000 people waiting in line…there were 100,000.
When I spoke to the young lady at the sign-in desk, the first thing out of my mouth was, “Please don’t tell me that all those people are ahead of me?”
She told me, “No…those are the people who are waiting to take the eye examination and computer drivers license test.”
(Whew!….thank you, I didn’t want to have to scream obscenities in your face)
Because I had pre-paid for my renewal, and was only there to have a new photo taken, she directed me to go to another section of the room, where the wait would not be long.
In fact, as soon as she handed me my wait number, a gentleman at the photo desk called the number.
(I was so impressed!)
All I had to do was verify that all the information on my drivers license was still correct, verify that I was registered to vote, and then sit down for the photo.
So I sat my butt down, looked into the camera lens, licked my teeth, took a deep breath and smiled sexy.
And a few minutes later when he handed me the drivers license, I looked at it and thought…
….OK…I can definitely live with this photo for next four years.
Vogue!
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