Earlier this week I went to the DMV to upgrade my driver's license. When it arrives in a couple of weeks, for the first time in quite awhile, I will be able to drive in and out of Canada again. Happy Canada Day, Canada! Watch out! I'm coming back! Per usual when you re-up your license, you must have your picture taken. It never goes well. For anybody. I don't know how they do it, producing a terrible photo of absolutely every single person every single time. Is it the camera? The lighting? DMV demons? The picture-taker always asks "is this one OK?" and shows the photo, which then causes me to go into shock, more so this time because I haven't had a haircut in four months on top of looking five years older plus the usual DMV sorcery. I go through the five stages of grief in about 15 seconds before stopping myself from saying, "It's not going to get any better." Finally, I respond: "Yeah." It makes me think of baseball player...
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