Permission Granted

At long last, Drew and I head for the Department of Motor Vehicles so he can take his permit test. He is a bit nervous about the how, not about the test itself. He makes me bring every conceivable document of identity possible, just in case. I feel like I am about to take a citizenship test!

I think the line is short, Drew thinks it is long. I think the wait will be long, Drew thinks it will be short. I am right. We quickly take care of the paperwork part. He gets his picture taken (good thing he primped appropriately this morning) and heads off to take the test. I sit on the wooden pews, amazed at how many people are already there despite the early hour.

In minutes he joins me, test done and passed (only 1 wrong) and we look at the number on the slip they gave him. We are about 20 away from the current number being served. Of the A numbers. There are also B numbers, C numbers and D numbers. They call the other alpha numbers in fairly quick succession while the A numbers drag by at about 10 minutes per clip. At this rate we will be here well into the afternoon. I have to get to work by 1.

They finally open up other booths and call more A numbers. Some people have not been able to wait and they skip over a few. Other people with A numbers around us are grumbling. They are 20 more further away than we are. At last, they call our number and we head to the small window.

Zip, zip and we are done. It is official. Drew has his permit. He grins as we head out the door. So, he asks, can he drive home? Not on your life! What are you thinking? Maybe after you take driver's education I might consider the safety of an empty parking lot. Dream on, child.