My Terrific Drivers License Station
I open the door to the drivers’ license office confident there will be no line
There are 14 people ahead of me, and it opened three minutes ago.
The last person has plenty of space to move up but does not,
so I have to make a new line.
I lose hope I will be at work by ten, as I had promised
A man at a reception desk checks all the paperwork
before you go to the real window.
My husband had been threatened with bodily damage
if I did not have everything I needed.
He had made me a packet that apparently had
six extra things I did not need.
Eight people were sent away for not having the right stuff.
This made me number six in line.
I arrive at work at 8:45.
Everyone asks me if I had forgotten to get my license.
No one expected me so early.
“My driver’s license office is a well-oiled machine,” I told them.
I am probably giving them vast amounts of praise
also since I did not do great on the eye test.
"3,3,8,4,9,5,2,9?" I guessed.
“No, that’s not it. The three is wrong.”
"3,8,8,4,9,5,2,9?"
“No.”
On the third try I got it right.
"Passed!” she said,
surprising me greatly as I apparently cannot see at all.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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