Finally, I have my learner’s permit. I got it yesterday on 34th street, Harold Square. I'm not sure why I waited so long to do something so simple. Myabe it was because I didn't want to give part of my soul to the D.M.V.
In addition to making you wait an inordinate amount of time, the D.M.V. sets you up for an odyssey. Fortunately, I wore my Berkenstocks, so I was ready for anything. I got out without any scrapes or bruises but the friend I went with wasn't so luckey. He ended having quite an odyssey. He didn't not get to take the written test at the same time as me because he didn’t have any I.D. with proof of age. Apparently, even though your state I.D. has your birthday on it and counts for all 6 points of identification, it doesn’t actually prove your age to the D.M.V. even though they're the ones who gave it to you! Go figure. If only he had been a member of the Mohawk tribe of Canada and had his membership card and birth certificate. He would have been set. Instead, he called his dad to bring him his passport. And did you know that your permit costs money? Those miserable curs charged me $58! The dumbest charge on my recipt was for "photo documentation retrieval", which consisted of the person giving me my permit to copy and paste the photo taken for state I.D. three years ago. My friend "Jason the Argonot" happened to finished his test and get his number right when their credid card machines went down, so he had to get out of line, go downstairs, finde a cash machine, go back upstairs, get a new number and wait to pay for his permit.
When I came home with the flimsy slip of paper that represented my temporary permit, I wanted to post it on the refrigerator. I haven’t been so proud of a piece of paper since elementary school. I settled for tacking it to my bulletin board.
Now, I embark on the epic search for driving classes. I’m not feeling too daunted. I’m sure my days will look like this-> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2IWxqvsSY8 in no time.
In addition to making you wait an inordinate amount of time, the D.M.V. sets you up for an odyssey. Fortunately, I wore my Berkenstocks, so I was ready for anything. I got out without any scrapes or bruises but the friend I went with wasn't so luckey. He ended having quite an odyssey. He didn't not get to take the written test at the same time as me because he didn’t have any I.D. with proof of age. Apparently, even though your state I.D. has your birthday on it and counts for all 6 points of identification, it doesn’t actually prove your age to the D.M.V. even though they're the ones who gave it to you! Go figure. If only he had been a member of the Mohawk tribe of Canada and had his membership card and birth certificate. He would have been set. Instead, he called his dad to bring him his passport. And did you know that your permit costs money? Those miserable curs charged me $58! The dumbest charge on my recipt was for "photo documentation retrieval", which consisted of the person giving me my permit to copy and paste the photo taken for state I.D. three years ago. My friend "Jason the Argonot" happened to finished his test and get his number right when their credid card machines went down, so he had to get out of line, go downstairs, finde a cash machine, go back upstairs, get a new number and wait to pay for his permit.
When I came home with the flimsy slip of paper that represented my temporary permit, I wanted to post it on the refrigerator. I haven’t been so proud of a piece of paper since elementary school. I settled for tacking it to my bulletin board.
Now, I embark on the epic search for driving classes. I’m not feeling too daunted. I’m sure my days will look like this-> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N2IWxqvsSY8 in no time.
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