Merely a slight inconvenience
Only a twig. Come a little closer.
Went to the DMV this afternoon to replace my license. It didn’t take me long though the place was packed.
How did I find the bright shiny spot in the DMV gloom? I followed the rules.
RULES for DMV “happy experience”:
- Make an appointment.
- Be prepared to fill out at least one form indicating who you are, where you live and what you need.
- Be cheerful and compliant.
- Let the people who are there to help you, help you. (Resist telling them your plan for how they should do their job)
- Be understanding.
- Follow directions as stated.
- Bring money. ($26.00 to replace license)
- Be amazed at how quickly you move through the process.
Venus and Moon
Brief Description of my happy DMV experience:
I was given a numbered ticket by the appointment person after I completed and returned the form for a replacement driver license. My ticket number was F-034. I looked and saw there were no F’s on the number board. There were D’s, E’s, H’s and G’s.
Mars and Moon
As I was leaning against the wall preparing my posture for a long period of immobility, I heard the announcement, “Now serving F-034 at window 9”.
After a glance at my ticket to be sure, I located and walked up to window 9. A few minutes later I had my temp replacement license and was out the door.
I can look for my replacement license (same old picture) in the mailbox within 10 days.
That’s about the same time the replacement bank cards are supposed to arrive.
Snow on the majestic Mount Shasta volcano.
Why I Needed A Replacement CDL
I Lost My Wallet
I think I may have been a participant in a very smooth picking of the pocket routine on Tuesday morning. My character was the unwitting mark. That seems to be what I can recall of the circumstances surrounding the very moment my wallet was no longer in my possession.
I was stuffing a receipt and a roll of quarters into my trusty Chico bag. It sat in front of me in the shopping cart. This happened just outside the door of Trader Joe’s. While my left hand was putting the receipt in the bag, I used my right hand to drop my wallet into my camera bag at my side.
There was a fellow with an out of tune guitar that he would strum occasionally while hollering out a percussive hey or huh. Sometimes he would mumble a song title, like California Dreaming. It was the hey and oh yeah shouts that would get people to look his way.
While my attention was on him, a woman coming from behind bumped into me on the side with my camera bag. “Oh, excuse me”, she apologetically exclaimed.
I said, ” I guess I must have stopped when the guy with the out of tune guitar yelled like he had been punched in the gut”. Without saying another word she pushed her cart away and was seen no more.
Lost little wet rose in a thicket
She was a white woman with long, straight, blond hair. I would estimate her height at about 5′ 7″ and slim. She wore the same style pants and top outfit that all the slim, blond, 5 foot 7, 29-60 year old California white women wear. I don’t know if she lifted my wallet, but it was a perfect opportunity and I certainly wouldn’t be able to pick her out of a line up of age 29-60 slim white women with straight blonde colored long hair.
The alternative possibility is when I was being startled by the buskers plaintive shout. It may have caused my wallet to fly out of my hand onto the ground and no one noticed or heard it go plop. If it indeed flew out of my hand in a spastic reaction, it would most likely have hit the woman who bumped me or it could have bounced into her cart.
I discovered my loss after returning home to put away the groceries. A quick return to the last place I held it produced no wallet. Not on the ground. Not in the nearby trash cans and not returned to the store by a good Samaritan.
The cart I had used was right where I left it with no wallet in or near it. I would have liked to ask the busker if he saw anything, but he was gone without a trace. Maybe he and the woman were somewhere splitting up the 12 one dollar bills that were in my wallet. It was probably more than the guy was making in tips.
I remember seeing the same guy 3 years ago by the 99 cent store. He was no better at singing or playing then, but he had the same clean, new looking, out of tune Yamaha acoustic guitar. When I saw him at the 99 cent store, I figured he was an undercover cop of some sort. He sure wasn’t a musician.
And Life Goes On
As for me? It’s not the end of the world. Not having bank cards for a week will help keep me from impulse buying anything. It is possible that the loss of my wallet has ultimately saved more money than was lost from the contents and replacement costs.
It is the beginning another unexpected adventure. Tomorrow I will see about replacing the more pedestrian cards beginning with a trip to the library.
The exciting card replacement tour continues…