One of the pitfalls of moving to another state was to update my prior state ID.
We left Undisclosed this morning to go up to the city to get the mandatory new picture I needed to update my ID. We had a zillion things to do but because the state agency that handles this is only open until 4PM, we made the picture a priority.
There was the thorn in my day.I knew I was in trouble when we walked in and they were calling number 23 and I was number 53.
The average age of the two people manning the stations was 75. Now that I am retired, I have to watch about bad-mouthing anyone older than me who works, because there but for the grace of God go I. But the old man who worked one of the stations was really, really, really slow.
After an hour and one half, I managed to escape.My only consolation is that the next time I do this, it’ll be, hopefully, in my new, adopted home state, and hopefully, things might run a bit smoother.