If At First You Don't Succeed...

After I was laid-off, I decided I'd better go get my Idaho driver's license. Yes, it is way past due, I just haven't had time to get it taken care of since I was working the same hours as the DMV is open.

Try 1, September 3:
I went through the county's security entrance and headed into the DMV office. I had everything, or so I thought....I didn't have anything with me showing my proof of residence.

They stated that I was welcome to use the insurance card in my car. So I headed out to get the card.

Try 2, September 3:
Back through the security entrance with the insurance card. However, the card didn't have my name on it so it wouldn't work. Even with a copy of my marriage certificate...

Try 3, September 4:
Another day and third trip through security...I was starting to feel way too suspicious by now...with a copy of my cell phone bill addressed to me. I pulled out all of the documents and they stated the photocopy of my marriage certificate was not enough, I needed the certified copy from the county.

They kindly offered to let me change my license but couldn't change my name. An option but not helpful enough since I have a flight later this month and my married name is on the ticket.

Try 4, September 4:
Back through security now with my cell bill and CERTIFIED copy of my marriage certificate. The previous 3 trips I waited a maximum of 5 minutes before I was helped. Of course this time, when I was all ready, several people were in line ahead of me. Not to worry too much, I came prepared with a magazine and began to read.

After a couple minutes I noticed the sign stating check or cash only. Yep, you guessed it, neither were with me, just the debit card.

I left the line and proceeded home without much success...again....

Try 5, September 8:
Hopefully this was my last time through security! I headed into the DMV office and brought everything with me this time, Utah driver's license, certified copy of my marriage certificate, proof of residency, AND checkbook.

Another piece of evidence I live in a small town. When I went to the counter, the employee asked how many trips I'd made. She also stated that she suspected that I'd studied and she was right, 5 trys to get my license was 4 too many.

As I left that last time, I walked out with this in my purse:



About time, in more ways than one!