My driver’s license photo is always lousy – always. Every four years, I sit down at the license bureau and I swear they wait until I look my goofiest before the photo is snapped. Then I’m stuck with it for four years.
Today was that day again. So I sit down, and can’t figure out whether to look at the lens or the little rubber ducky on top of the camera. About the time I’m trying to sit up straight, the flash goes off. I’m doomed. The license bureau lady says “Not bad.” Now I KNOW I’m doomed . . .
Imagine my shock when this is what I find on my license. I can’t believe the lady didn’t delete it and try to do worse . . .