Everyone here must secretly be working for the government because everywhere I go, I am asked for my South Carolina Driver's License and heaven help the person that doesn't have one. They must get a secret stipend from the government every time they refer someone to the DMV. "You MUST have a South Carolina Driver's License!" they say, with one hand in the air, the other across their heart, and with a flip of the head and a roll of their eyes, I feel like I'm in the middle of a religious movement! My goodness! Relax. It's not like I don't have a license! It's valid. The picture is still quite complimentary. It just happens to be from another state. (GASP!)
So finally I went in today to get it switched over. I can't get my kids enrolled for school next year without it, and frankly, I need them in school! Last week when I was at the library, I found out where the closest DMV was, found out what I needed to bring, and so I planned for today to be the day.
I got up early and got the kids ready. I know from experience about government businesses. My time is definitely not of importance to them. I didn't want to wait around all day. Anyway, I gathered all my documents: Social Security card, birth certificate, current license, and current electric bill to show proof of residency. That's it. Good to go.
I got the kids buckled up in the van and got myself situated, put the key in the ignition and......
Darn it all. The battery is dead. I looked up, and noticed the overhead light is on. One of my kids is in a lot of trouble!! This is the third time in a month this has happened. Both times previously, Heath was right there. Today, he was not.
So I put the car in neutral, pushed it out of the garage, wiggled Heath's car perpendicular to the van in the driveway, and popped the hoods. I spent the next few minutes going back and forth between vehicles, adjusting the jumper cables, starting the cars, revving the cars, getting them unhooked and back in an appropriate parking position, and then heading out to the DMV.
I was quite pleased with myself, since it was the first time I had jump started a car completely by myself!!
When I got to the DMV, I walked up to the lady and told her I was new to the state and needed a new drivers license. She then asked me questions like she was challenging me. "Did you bring your birth certificate?" I answered yes with a smile on my face. "Did you bring your social security card?" Again, yes (still smiling). "Did you bring your marriage certificate?" Uh...(trying to smile). Apparently, even though I have my social security card with my married name, it is different than my birth certificate. Therefore, they need to show the document that changed my name. Now, didn't I already do that when I got my new social security card? What about my current license? That has my married name on it too. I've also got a military ID. They don't just give anybody one of those without wanting your whole history and about three different types of bodily fluids. Good grief! It's already in the system Lady!! But, apparently because South Carolina has such state pride, they need to see the evidence for themselves. So with an annoying glance back at the lady, and biting my tongue so I don't tell her that her makeup job really sucks, I get the kids back in the car, go back home (which isn't just a jaunt down the street), get the dang marriage certificate, almost lock my keys in the house, drive back to the DMV, and when she sees me, she asks (somewhat mockingly) "Got it all, this time?"
I bite my tongue in an effort not to speak my mind about her makeup again.
I was pleasantly surprised, however, when it only took about 30 minutes (and 25 bucks) to have my new license, still warm, in my hands.
Long live South Carolina Pride! (said with the utmost respect and sarcasm)