So yesterday I had a to-do list, and it included getting a ME driver’s license, I discovered that it’s easy up here, all one needs is a resident fishing license, and a body can get one of those online, easy peasy, and I am residing here, so there you go, so I went to get a new license.
Since it’s a 55 mile drive to the BMV, they don’t call it the DMV here, they’ve got a Bureau up here, like, not a chest of drawers, but a department, so why they don’t just call it the DMV I don’t know, unless they want to be unique or were first or something, but since I had to drive that far I figured I’d also get my oil changed, and since I needed to have my fishing license on hand I needed to print, and the library was right around the corner from the DMV, or BMV, and it was in a really quaint old New England house, a very pleasant library, and oddly enough, even thought it was in a steel shed type building, the BMV (got it right the first time) was really pleasant, too.
Happy people working there.
And I interacted with both of them, it was way silly, they had one of those number machines, and a real fancy one, they used it, it talked, and directed us to the two windows, and it had options for tests and licenses and tags and something else, I don’t recall, but like I got two different numbers, because I came in and got a number and got immediately called (there was like, 1 person waiting) and started and learned that I also needed my passport, and I thought for a minute, and sure enough, it was out in the van, so I went and dug it out and came back in a pulled another number and got called immediately again by the other woman who worked there.
Both were super nice.
But it occurred to me while I was working with the second woman that I was going to have to get my driver’s license picture taken, and I’d not prepared, I mean, I brushed my hair in the morning and put it into a really sloppy single braid, didn’t even have a hairbrush with me, and it’s way humid up here, and so it was probably frizzy, and I’d already done the oil change and library time, wasn't sure if I’d washed my faced in the morning, I definitely didn’t shower, and was pretty sure I was about to get my five year driver’s license picture taken looking pretty disheveled and awful.
But I thought phuck it, this is what I look like, and I backed myself up to the green wall, or maybe it was blue, I don’t recall, but I backed myself up there and looked at the dot and tried to smile a natural smile, and it wouldn’t come, and she took the shot, and I looked at it on the monitor, and it was hellish, and I thought “oh fine, whatever”, and she and I looked at each other, and I said "fine, whatever", and she smiled and said "no way".
She said “No, that’s just awful, let’s try again. Push your hair back a little or something.” She pointed to the spot on the picture where the mess was messiest.
We tried again. It got a little better, but not much. She was awesome, made me laugh, right out loud. I might visit again today to change my mailing address, something we’d discussed, well, not that I could change it at this point, but I’m thinking I can, what with those new fangled computers they’ve got in there with their new fangled talking number system.
I wish like heck they’d had one of those new fangled driver’s license making machines.