Instantaneous panic, is my middle name

The DMV, strikes fear in most people’s heart.  It means long lines, irritated state workers, and the dreadful list of “required” papers that make the most stable individual sit in a corner and suck their thumb.  Yes, that is where I was today.  My oldest can get his driver’s permit now, because he just turned 15.  So after school today we dashed over to the local office and took our number, 16 and they were serving number 90.  It was 4pm and the office closes @ 5pm.  I prayed, a lot.  I didn’t want to sit there all afternoon and then have them say “we are done, go home and try again tomorrow”.  We pushed through.  They did come out and say that the office was now closed and that the doors would be locked and anyone who dared leave was done, no reentry allowed.  The good news, we got served.   We obtained the permit, but not without a little sweat.  I was handed document after document to read and sign (um, I am low vision and can’t read these documents well).  And all the while the gal behind the counter had my license as proof of Colorado residency and address. You know the one that is unrestricted even though I am currently self-restricted.  This is the same one that has no indication that I am low vision, visually disabled, or anything.  I am currently working on getting everything into place so that when I do renew my license it will reflect my bioptic training (coming in September), the restrictions that I already adhere to, and everything else to make my actual ID match my life.  Hey, maybe I’ll be honest about my weight for onceJ.  I should clarify, I was honest about my weight, 10 years ago when I was issued this license just that I am not that weight any more.  Actually I think if I was that weight, I’d be sick, or starving.  Since I was the one who brought him to the DMV, I am the only one who can sign his driving log.  If his father wants that privilege, he gets to sit at the DMV and wait for his number to be called and pay an additional $7.  I love the government, I do. Oh, and the best part was when the clerk noticed that I no longer reside at the address on my license (a prior CO address).  She then asked “do you have something that proves you live at your current address”. This is where the “panic” set in.  Then she graciously said “do your checks reflect this address”?  And yes, they do, phew.  It almost sent us to the curb on a technicality.  Then after stressing me out, the gal says “Oh, your current address is reflected in our system”.  I didn’t have the heart (or the guts really) to say “No duh!”

The moral of the story: push through even though the odds seem stacked against you, for the most part it will all turn out in the end.