Instead of working this morning, I'll be taking a trip to hell.
I have the fricken cashier at Barnes & Noble to thank for it. I was totally oblivious to the fact that I needed to pay a visit to hell until she rang me up, I swiped my card, and she asked to see my driver's license.
I handed my license to her like I've done with every other cashier for the past four and a half months. It was then that she asked, "Do you know that your license is expired?"
I looked at her like she was out of her mind. I said, "What?!" took a look at my license and sure enough, it had expired on my birthday back in November!
Why didn't I get a renewal in the mail? Oh, that's right...because I moved two years ago and never updated my address.
So off I go on my trip to hell...the dreaded DMV.
3 months ago