More out of laziness than intent... (a tale of mehvertising)

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Short version: My new driver's license kind of advertises meh.

Long version: So, the day before New Year's Eve (12/30), I noticed my license plates were about to expire (for whatever reason, West Virginia has the plates expire on the first day of the indicated month, even though inspections expire on the last day). And fortuitously I realized since I'm turning 40 soon, that my license was close to expiring as well.

So, it being a few minutes after 4 PM already, and needing to stop a couple of places to gather the requisite paperwork and money* before the DMV closed at 5, I quickly threw on a fresh shirt and ran out the door. This was literally a top-shirt-on-the-pile grab -- I figured that since my existing license cut the photo off pretty much right at the neckline of my shirt, it didn't much matter what shirt I had on as long as it was all in one piece.

Eventually, after filling out the required forms and having my photo taken, my new license popped out from the laminator like a morning poop from a constipated Doberman. And what shirt had I serendipitously chosen on this auspicious late afternoon, blazoned clearly below my face in the unusually wide-view photo, that would determine how cashiers, cops and curmudgeonly TSA agents would see me for the next five years?

Why, this one, of course.

  • You have to show your tax receipt for the year to get your plates renewed, and if you still owe property taxes the tax office only takes cash and checks. And I haven't had a paper check on hand in years.

(Oh, this reminds me, I need to get my car inspected -- it expired on the 31st.)