DMVing

Next, please. 

 My out-of-state license was expired (which I woefully discovered while trying to rent a car at the airport at 11pm). It was time to become a real Illinoisian. So yesterday I trekked an hour by train/bus to the DMV. What can I say about the DMV that hasn't been said a million times? To keep it succinct, I'll just say this ---bleh. It didn't help that I was beat and it was a bleak day. I don't know if I've ever been to the DMV when this wasn't the case.

But I made it, and got in the first of 6 lines I would eventually stand in. Seems I would have to take a written test. Do I really need to know how many underaged passengers a minor can have in their car while in the graduated license program? Apparently so.



One interesting thing I learned- an Illinoisian parent can cancel their teen's license at any time for any reason until they are 18. I'm glad I didn't grow up here, because I'm pretty sure my parents would have tried this at some point. They were fond of inventive punishments. I once had my bedroom door taken away for what would be the worst summer of my life. The only way I could win it back was by conceding to a wrestling match with my mother. Silly mom, you can't win against the inner rage of a teenage girl with no privacy.

I passed the written test with flying colors, took my picture, and got the hell out of there. Happy to know I've got another 4 years before I have to do it again.

Not bad, eh?