Anyway, I get to the DL place with 4 forms of ID handy–my expired license, my freeking birth certificate, a piece of mail, and my checkbook. Seriously! I sit down in front of the lady and say, “I’m in trouble.” She looks at me over her glasses, puts her hand out, and says, “How expired is it?” I reply, “About eight months.” “You have to take the written test today. Hope you studied.”
I sit down at the computer next to this 15 year old emo kid, who was obviously having some trouble as every five seconds of the test he let out a sigh and banged his forehead with the heel of his hand. Awesome. The test consisted of 33 “trick” questions of which you could only miss six. I missed five . . . but I passed. When the test results popped up on the screen I was totally psyched. I did my best Napoleon Dynamite “Yessssss”, but no one in the silent room seemed that amused–emo kid especially.
So I went back to “glasses” and she pulled up my results, printed out my receipt and handed me my brand new LEARNERS PERMIT. I now have a learners permit until I go in next week and take my actual driving test. This means (technically) I have to drive with a licensed driver at all times.
Hey! Who wants to go for a ride?