Today a miracle occurred.
I got my driver’s license. The official REAL one with the star that means I can (gasp) fly on an airplane! That I somehow managed to score a license feels miraclulous, especially because I am STILL waiting for paperwork from Nassau County, New York which, according to those in the know, should get here some time in July.
I ordered it at the beginning of February.
How hard is it to make copies of birth or marriage certificates? It’s a single hit on the copy machine plus an official stamp. I know people are backed up with workers, but this is ridiculous.
I think I finally proved what I suspected five years ago: they Photoshop our driver’s ID pictures. The last one was horrible, but when I got the license, all my wrinkles were gone. This time, it was even uglier — yet it came back with me looking younger than I did five years ago. If it’s not Photoshop, it’s something similar. Not that I’m ungrateful. I’m happy to not have that dreadful photograph lurking in my wallet.
So I’m here to report the news: IT CAN BE DONE! You CAN get the new super duper official “Real” license. I don’t know what I did right and I didn’t have half the paperwork I was told I needed, but the license is in my wallet. For anyone that thinks it’s impossible, apparently it isn’t impossible. It’s just ridiculously difficult!