Happy Birthday Lauren! Yay!
I went to get my replacement license yesterday. After visiting the MVA website, I decided to take along not one, but two of the things they said I should have as proof of identification. I took my original Social Security card, and I took my birth certificate. I don’t know why, but I giggle every time I see the heading on the birth certificate. It says “Certificate of Live Birth”. I guess I should be glad I wasn’t hatched from an egg. It also seems weird to me that my parents’ ages are listed at 28. What? They were younger than me?
The people at the MVA didn’t ask for any I.D. – not even a passing glance. The guy who helped me was funny and chatty, but he didn’t ask me any questions. He kept clicking through everything without asking, so my weight is still listed at it’s 1996 level: 160 lbs. He did at least ask if I wanted to be an organ donor. I said yes.
I had to take a new picture. On my last license, I decided to look a little scared in my picture because that’s how I’d look if I was pulled over. This time, I decided to look a little pleasant. More cashiers see my license than police officers.
Wow – isn’t that some kind of miracle that it went that smoothly? I thought that in Maryland you had to leave a blood sample and waive your rights to a fair (future) trial to get anything done with the DMV.
Thank you for the birthday wishes! 🙂
I was thinking the same thing. It’s a Christmas miracle!
Er…Advent miracle. Sorry Kristi. 😉
What’s that funny shaped blue thing above your picture?
Hehe…but I’ve always wondered that too.
I think it’s the DelMarVa penninsula.
Happy Birthday Lauren!
And Brad that’s a nice license picture…another reason to hate you! Honestly, does anyone have a nice license picture besides you? (Glad you’re a licensed driver again though.)
I was reading your post “I went to get my replacement …” and then I was distracted (SQUIRREL) but my mind kept reading and the first thing that it said was “hip”. It was weird. I think I’m losing it!
Happy Birthday Lauren! I hope you don’t get a replacement hip for your birthday. 🙂 Hopefully you will be treated instead to replacement gloves (since you ate yours.)
Nice photo!
It does seem peculiar nobody asked you to verify you were who you said you were…and we won’t even bring Homeland Security into this discussion. You must have used those superpowers to project subliminal messages to all the employees there: “Don’t ask him for any proof of identification….let him go through the process unscathed…nobody will ever believe him.”
It can always be worse. I once had my purse stolen from me while walking home from a lab I worked in only 4 blocks from my home in Chicago. While I did eventually get the purse and irreplaceable personal effects back, of course any credit cards and ID were long gone. Going to get a replacement license in Chicago in those days was a bad Seinfeld episode: you needed to bring a utility bill with your resident address and other nonsense along, but then they still wanted some sort of photo ID…which I would have had, had my license not been in my purse…which I was there to try to get replaced…yadda, yadda, yadda. You can imagine the insane circular nature of the conversation that day. Somehow it occurred to them to look into their file of pictures to compare them to the real live human standing in front of them…then I could get a replacement license. Finally.
Actually, I think I;d feel more secure in Chicago after that incident than I would after reading about yours, Brad. At least there somebody LOOKED!