Yesterday I did something I’ve been avoiding for quite a while.
I went to the MVA to renew my license.
I suppose that driving without a legal driver’s license is some sort of crime. I suppose that no one understands why I would avoid such a beautiful place as the MVA. I suppose that everyone but myself has positive experiences there…I suppose.
I’ve been dragging my feet to the point where, on Sunday, my family had an informal intervention. My mom even offered to go with me to support me.
“I can go any time I want. I can renew it whenever.”
So this morning, slightly out of shame but mostly out of a deep, long-seated desire to change my picture, I got in the car and drove to the MVA. Or what I thought was the MVA. It turned out to be some skeevie place in South Baltimore. Thankfully I have gps on my phone and was able to look up the Glen Burnie location.
I drove there successfully only to find that…there was no building at this location. Well a baptist church in a double wide with a porta pot on the side.
Again I looked up the Glen Burnie location, this time finding something that looked correct. At this point I didn’t have much choice.
So I drove and drove and turned around a couple times and there it was bright as day – M V A.
I almost ran several people over in the parking lot which seriously made me doubt whether I should renew my license as a matter of principle. But I decided my bad driving might possibly be just a fluke.
So I got my number and made a joke to the clerk, expecting to be shunned, but he laughed. Pleasantly surprised, I sat down in the extremely uncomfortable seats. I waited for 30 minutes and walked up to the desk, assuming that the lady who sat opposite me would find something wrong with my license or qualification and reject me or possibly even jail me. But she didn’t.
She took my picture. Made me stick my head into a pair of goggles and read something and then voila! I had a new license – all shiny and bright.
I didn’t really want to leave. I wanted to do it again and get my picture taken again and chat it up with the clerk who took my old license. I guess I’ll have to wait until 2014. Maybe I’ll have learned to renew it on my birthday by that point.
In other news: My nephew Joey has now named me Valley-Val. I prefer Princess Valley-Val but…