I forgot that before you go to the Department of Licensing you should have your mail forwarded there. The DOL waiting room would try even Jeremy Renner's patience. But I won't complain, because the nice lady who works there is, in fact, a nice lady, which helps to balance out the boredom from hours of watching the sign on the wall that tells which number is currently being helped.
I took Angel Doll to the driving school where she passed the written driver's test this morning, like a pro. You'd expect taking the test would take more time than actually getting the permit, but. You know. The driving school is private, whereas the DOL is government op'd, and Nice Lady is apparently the only employee they own.
It was the ride home from the DOL, though, that was a most fascinating event. Even though it snowed several inches last night, and Angel Doll has only driven once before, I had enough confidence in her abilities to buckle myself into the passenger seat for the ride home. But then she plugged in her music for her first cruise as a permitted driver. Should I be concerned that it was the Fast and Furious theme song?
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