Yes, renegade and retirement have a nice ring to it, don’t you think? I feel a bit like Walter White; after years of being a high school teacher and a model citizen, I’m Breaking Bad.
I didn’t go so far as to start my own Meth lab, but I did try to stock up on some pseudoephedrine five weeks ago while in Florida. My allergies had left my sinuses stuffier than a stocking on Christmas eve.
“This license isn’t valid,” the clerk announced after entering my number into the computer/cash register.
According to federal regulations as of 2006, the purchase of any product containing ephedrin or pseudoephedrine is now strictly regulated.
I considered simply bolting with my box of Claritin-D.
Ah, the life of a criminal is a slippery slope.
“This one should work,” Jimmy offered, chivalrously giving up his ID.
He’s a keeper!
I wish I could keep my old license. I took a pretty good picture eight years ago, nothing like the mug shots I usually get from the DMV. Needless to say, I’m not getting any younger!
Four years ago the DMV offered me the chance to renew my license via the mail given I was such a model citizen/good driver, so I bypassed the long lines, the eye exam and a new mug shot, feeling and looking pretty sassy with my old license valid for another 4 years.
In fact, I’d been banking on the same deferential treatment as my birthday loomed on the horizon two months ago; just about the time Jimmy and I were making preparations for our six-week stay in Florida. My Temporary License arrived in Florida just after I arrived home in Illinois. Gotta love bureaucracy.
Oh, the tangled webs we weave. I’m just thankful we drove to Florida rather than flying. Airport Security would have had a field day with me and my expired license.
Sooooo, let’s get to those Fun Fotos before I head out.
Gee, ya think they’ll make me re-take the written test; heaven forbid I have to take the road test? Agh!