I had to renew my driver’s license this year.  It was like Ellis Island in there.  My heart was in my throat.  After worrying and waiting I was called to take my turn.  I was sweating.  I rested my chin and forehead on the vision testing machine.  I saw nothing at first.  Then I closed one eye and rambled off a line of incorrect letters.  I was sent back to wait my turn again.  I was sure to fail.

I was called to another counter and I was hyperventilating.  Once again, I tried the vision test.  The young man at the counter was patient, a rarity.  I could read the bottom line!

I passed.

A woman at another counter told me to stand on the footprints on the carpet.  I did this as though I were in a firing line.  She quickly snapped my photo and asked me if it looked okay.  I could not see it!

I looked at it in the car.  My hair had frizzed  from sweating bullets, and my glasses were on my forehead.  I looked like a Muppet.  But, that is okay.  All I need now is a damned car.