I was driving down the street today heading out to Social Security (I’ll get to that in a moment) and saw a car advertising Tupperware. Do you remember Tupperware and the Parties? That was kind of fun, I thought. Everyone getting together to ooohhh and aaahhhhh over plasticy things.
It seemed like everyone was having parties: Mary Kay Cosmetics, Special Clothing Lines, Naughty Sex Toys, and Tupperware….Does anyone have these parties anymore? I guess now it’s pages on FaceBook that’s the thing.
(And why would anybody “like” a laundry detergent on FaceBook? I made the mistake of liking Reece’s Peanut Butter cups and I kept getting little Reece’s ads on my Wall until I figured out how to “unlike” something.)
So I went to Social Security because I changed my name. Four years ago, when Mr. Al and I exchanged vows, I went to Social Security to change my name. Since my son was underage at the time, I kept way WAY too many names, and it has been Name Hell ever since.
But not after today.
Today, I’ve a first, middle and last name like everybody else. And the names are short enough to fit within the spaces provided by governmental forms. So, after I alert everyone who needs to be alerted, I’ll be done with that nonsense. Crazy Making to the extreme it was, probably because it was so needless. Oh well….whatever.
I arrive at to Social Security where the guard asks me what I want to do and then pokes around in my purse to make sure I’ve no guns and such. Then I punch number 2 because the guard told me that I had a number 2 reason for being there, and was given a ticket by a nice machine that said I have 95 minutes of waiting time. So, I say to myself, now I know what I’ll be doing all morning.
Fortunately, I had my Kindle, so I read for 95+ minutes until my ticket number was called. After finishing up with Social Security, I drove over to the DMV where Kindle and I waited for 60+ minutes to get my car registration changed and a new driver’s license.
I was sorry to see my current driver’s license go. It was a good picture. I looked a little like Murphy Brown, in a Humboldt County kind of way.
I took a peak at my new photo when I saw the man who was next in line smirk. I’ll give it that…my new driver’s license picture is definitely smirk-worthy. I look a little cross-eyed and a tad intoxicated. Perhaps it will be a blessing in disguise. Perish the thought, but what if I were pulled over after having a cocktail and they ask to see my pictureID? Maybe my smirk-worthy identification will be my saving grace when they compare it to the real thing, sitting behind the wheel busily chewing a fistful of Altoids.