Drive Faster

I finally went in and got my Idaho driver's license and plates today. Here in Idaho you have to take a written test, 40 stimulating questions, even if you've been driving in another state for five hundred years. I sat between a wailing baby and an exuberant Russian woman who prayed before each question. There's a flat screen monitor, touch activated, and you select your answer after careful reflection. 7 wrong and you fail and have to go back to Minnesota. I got four wrong, so I passed. They take your picture and print your new license right there. It looks sort of fake, no magnetic strip or anything. Outside the DMV doors there's a food stand selling grilled hamburgers, brats, and hot dogs. I learned that the previous vendor died right there in his vending vehicle, and one of the DMV ladies found him keeled over, half a brat hanging out of his mouth like a cigar. He was a portly fellow.

So here's to you, former portly outdoor food vendor of motor vehicles and registration!

(Author's note: Boise is big on street corner food vendors, especially downtown on weekend evenings. They make life better.)

5 comments:

Missy said...

I am all for street vendors (as long as they are alive and inspected often).

Congrats on passing!

Ken McConnell said...

One of us! One of us! Now you really do live here. :)

Blogagaard said...

Thanks, Missy. It was like a five minute GRE, or something.

Oh no, Ken. I'm being assimilated...

Erika said...

Your mention of street vendors reminds me about that New Orleans book about the crazy dude. Are you turning into that crazy dude?!? If you go off and get a job as a hot dog vendor, then I will know that it is so. So let it be so. Erika

Jonathan Lyons said...

Did you know on the show "The Reaper" the DMV is supposed to be a portal to hell?

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