Since I am presumably posting every day this month (Ha. It’s the 4th and I’ve already missed two days.), I guess it is all right to write about the extremely trivial. (Not that I don’t already.)
My driver’s license expires this coming Sunday (on my birthday) and I received a slip in the mail instructing me to go in to get a new photo taken. I went. It was uneventful except for the fact that, when asked for my Social Security Number, my mind went blank and I could not think of the last two digits. I’ve had an SS# since September of 2001 and use it often enough. I could’ve told her P’s SS#. Dude, I could have told her my best friend’s phone number from 25 years ago. But alas, the last two digits alluded me. I got a little panicky. Thankfully, we are in Pennsylvania, not New York, and the woman behind the counter (despite some eye-rolling) checked my identity by asking other questions and allowed me to renew my license anyway.
For the record, I did eventually remember the numbers.
I’m taking this as a sign that I am no spring chicken now that I’ll be 28 on Sunday.
*The 14-digit PIN for my first phone card, from ten years ago.