Yesterday was the day. I had to get my photo taken to renew my driver’s license. Ach!
In our state, we renew every four years. I hate it. Each successive picture shows an older person. (Yes, I know that’s better than the alternative.)
No one really sees my photo ID except medical personnel. I can probably thank Homeland Security for that!
I haven’t needed ID for bar visits in decades. Lots of decades.
Our local license office gets extremely busy. They advise you to stay away from the first of the month or the last few days of the month. Not sure why because our licenses expire on our birthday.
It is run by the government so there must be a good reason. Or maybe not.
The cameras aren’t great but are better than BJ Wholesale Club. My photo membership card from BJ’s looks like a war refugee circa 1910. All I need is a babushka! (Annie Leibovitz where are you?)
I try to look good. I use makeup (lots of it) so I don’t wash out. I could join a clown club afterwards. Don’t laugh. This technique has worked for me.
Taking a person’s picture brings out the crazy in anyone and the staff rolls with it. (No, not me! I just don’t care that much. At least anymore.)
On my last visit, a young woman was in front of me. To be truthful I would call her a girl. Her boyfriend accompanied her and she giggled the entire time (except when she saw her photo).
She was appalled and had it retaken four times. She wanted it Photoshopped. (Seriously, this is not for a modeling gig. No one important sees the ID. Bar bouncers are not important!)
On this trip the guy in front of me, who had to be at least 70, asked for a second take. He was much happier with the second but it looked the same to me.
I sit in the chair; ask the person to make me laugh so it’s natural; and accept the first shot. Unless I close my eyes (which I didn’t) another shot isn’t going to make me look different or younger or better.
Today the previewer showed a picture of a person looking like me but the face was distorted — wider than it was long. What the heck? I considered having a second shot taken for a nanosecond. It’s not going on my holiday card so it doesn’t matter.
When the license printed out, my face was normal-sized and the shot was good for that sort of thing. It looks better than my last one.
I brought it home and compared it with the last three and the only difference was my hair length. (Remind me not to get my hair cut short. It’s not an attractive look for me.)
Putting the last four pictures together, I asked the beloved husband to put in age order. He couldn’t. (He’s either very diplomatic, very myopic or just plain wonderful. Any of those work for me.)
That’s the best I can ask for. If each successive four-year photo looks as good as or better than the last, I’ll be a happy camper.
*Note: I tried to copy my license photo for illustration but there are is a security watermark (or more technically called ‘thinger’) that prevent it from looking clear. Probably a good thing.*