I got my Arizona driver’s license yesterday. The wait time actually wasn’t that long, and I didn’t have to take a test or anything. Just fill out a form, pay my $25, and turn in my Nevada license. I had fixed up my hair all special, but it was doing all sorts of strange flippy things… so it just looks ridiculous. I had put on my makeup and think I looked really nice, but those cameras aren’t always the best, and my face looks a lot pinker than my neck. I had to change my shirt at the last minute before we left because I’m a klutz and I spilled pizza sauce on my shirt, so I ended up wearing a white t-shirt and white tends to make me look washed out (except that I have a pink face) and freaky. I made a face at my picture as soon as I saw it, and Mr. Universe just kind of laughed. He said, “Driver’s license pictures are never supposed to look good.” He’s right, I know, but I tried anyway.
While filling out the form, it asked for my weight. HA! I just had a baby 11 days earlier! What is my weight? How should I know? I hope to get a lot smaller than this, but I put down 145.
I got my first license at the age of 15. In Arkansas, at the time I don’t know how it is now, of course), you had to take a written test before you could get a permit. Then you had to wait a certain period of time before you could take the driving test. I had to take the written test twice. That was pretty common. After three times of failing the written, you weren’t allowed to take it again for another set period of time. Oh, and once you failed the first time, you had to wait I think a week before you caould take the test again.
Once I had my permit, I got to practice driving a lot. My mom taught me, mostly. At that time, in Arkansas, you weren’t required to take driver’s ed, and our particular insurance wasn’t going to give any discounts or anything for it, so I didn’t take it. I didn’t have the time or the money anyway.
Anyway, after I passed my driving test (which the tester said I was an excellent driver, by the way), and my best friend, Susan, passed hers, my Mom took us over to the DMV to get our new licenses. I had a bad perm that was growing out, so my hair was kind of long, frizzy, and pretty much parted in the middle. I was wearing a long-sleaved denim shirt, and a cool necklace with turquoise beads on it. I wore my round framed glasses (very John Lennon, but bigger frames). I stood exactly where I was supposed to, and the woman said in a very bored voice, “Okay, on the count of three… One… Two… *click*!” The camera flashed and I was dumbfounded.
“What happened to three??” I looked around, but no one would answer my question. It was like a cruel joke. I wasn’t smiling yet because I was waiting for three so I wouldn’t look too forced!!
After about 10 minutes, I was handed my brand new, very first driver’s license. I looked first at the picture. I looked like a hippy… a very unhappy hippy with crooked glasses. Not my best moment.
I have held driver’s licenses in several states since then… California, Idaho, Nevada… but nothing is as memorable as your first.
My new license is pretty cool. My picture does look a little freaky, but what can you expect? It has all the vital information on it. I am an organ donar. I am registered to vote (and I had a hard time deciding what to put down for a particular party! I finally wrote down Republican, but I don’t know if I really consider myself that. I don’t consider myself a Democrat, either, so I guess maybe I should have written “Independent”. Ches left his blank because he can never remember which party is which). Oh, and you want to know the expiration date on my license?