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After sixteen years of waiting, actually only about 4 of actual waiting, the moment finally came. I went to the DMV to get my driver's license. Driving up i mentally went over my pre turn on steps, adjusting mirrors, buckling seat belt, asking tester to buckle up, etc. Yeah i was a little nervous but i knew i had this test already passed. I can drive. I've been driving for almost three years with my dad and a full year legally. The DMV in Port Allen closes at 4 and as i grabbed the number 13 the clock was striking three. They were on number 96 at 3 0'clock. number 1 at 3:15 by 3:30 they moved onto 4. I started getting scared when the number was still at 7 at 3:45. And at 3:50 i asked a lady walking by what time they closed. Rudely she told me 4. My heart sank, i wasn't going to get my license. I would have to wait until monday. It was then that a lady next to me asked if everyone would be seen. She replied yes. Everyone let out a cheer until she turned around and told us "if you have to take a driving or written test we won't be able to see you today'' as the numbers struck 11. it was 3:52 when we left with my head down. When we got there they had 5 people on duty. one man sat around drinking coffee and then left. Another woman was talking on her cell phone until she left. Those two slackers would have been more than enough of a difference for me to have freedom this weekend. One woman came in and did not bring her proper papers with her and argued with two workers for 10 minutes. If only she would have left peacefully.
3 Comments:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA………sorry
Eric, you just ruined my day...that has to be one of the saddest stories ever. If only adults could remember the thrill of getting their license, then they would have stayed. I feel your pain!
I never saw this post until today, but I agree with Sharon. That stinks!! Glad you finally got your license after all. I remember what a huge thrill it was too!
Pam
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