“Oh shit,” I said to myself. “Self, you need to go get your new photo license before you get on the plane tomorrow, because your old one expired last week.”
So I found the new photo card, grabbed my purse and ran downstairs to make it to the license center before closing — but my battery was dead.
My battery was dead because for days, I had an “open door” sign that wouldn’t go away. I never made the connection.
Fortunately, my landlord had one of those chargers. “Don’t you have a passport?” he asked. “No, I’m an American,” I explained. Anyway, he hooked up the charger and after 15 minutes or so, I was on my way. I got there just before the place closed, and even though I was out of breath and my hair was flying all over the place, at least I have an official ID and can get on the plane tomorrow.
What I really need is a wife.
Your wife would have made you late making you listen to her yell at you for waiting to the last minute and then letting the battery run down.
I like to think my wife would have made me take care of the license last week.
Have a good time. Glad you were able to get the photo ID in time.
You’re not an American — you’re a Commie!
So you can get the passport with a clear conscience…
No way, Suze! Your wife woulda’ been wanting to find out who the fuck you were taking witcha’ if she couldn’t go.
I have a wife. Several years ago, the day before she was to leave for Europe, I picked up the phone at work to hear her wailing that she had forgotten to renew her passport. I found the expedited passport renewal office, delivered her there, and picked her up, all in time for her trip. She needs a wife!