I knew I had to renew my driver’s license, it had been four years since the last renewal. The day finally came when I received the notice in the mail. I had to take an eye test. When I was younger, the eye test was no problem. I can’t say that now. My eyes have aged as has the rest of my body.
I decided I would renew my license in the country. I wouldn’t have the long lines that are in the city. But I DELAYED going to take the test. First I wasn’t feeling well. I don’t know if it was food poisoning or the flu but my tummy didn’t like me. Then I realized that I was stressing about the test. Parts of my body were hurting. Time at the camper was getting short, if I wanted to take the test out there, I had to do it. Wednesday was the day.
The night before, I misplaced my prescription glasses. I looked everywhere — tables, chairs, bed, bathroom, floor — no luck. They are my reading glasses. As a last resort — I looked in our car. I FOUND my prescription reading glasses. They were sharing a glass case with my husband’s driving glasses which I wear. We were going shopping and I wore the glasses out side but changed them for driving glasses before we left.
Wednesday morning, I walked into a hanging cabinet door and almost knocked myself out. I was so tempted, so tempted to delay the vision test. But if I didn’t renew my license before my birthday, I would have to take more than a vision test to get a license.
I wish I could say the eye test was a piece of cake — no problem. But I don’t like to lie. At first, I tried the test without glasses on — Bad idea. I could read the top lines with no problem — lines 4 and 5 were a different story. My driver’s glasses allowed me to see the letters except for the right side. I had to go to a larger line. Perception test — right from left — oops. I have problems! Finally the young lady asked me to raise my hand when I saw it. I PASSED. Time for a picture — I didn’t smile. HORRIBLE picture! I don’t look gentle — I look mean — don’t mess with me!
I shared my sad story with a friend at the grocery store. He showed me his picture. I shared my sad story with an older woman from church. She had a similar experience but she told me it didn’t matter — SHE GOT HER LICENSE. Lesson learned!
Back in town — I shared my sad story with a couple of friends at the store. I showed them my photo — they got a very good laugh. Photo doesn’t matter — I got my license and shared laughter.