Recently, my husband, 8-year-old daughter and myself went to run some errands, which included having to cash a check of his.
Now, I must preface this by saying that my husband nor I have been in a car accident, nor have we been stopped by an officer in over 7 years (knock on wood). We do not go to bars but when we do buy alcohol, we look old enough now (*pout*) that we are not carded. He had the same job since 2008 and thus, didn’t need to have it photocopied for tax purposes.
And so, when he was asked for his ID when he attempted to cash the check, he had to unstick his license from his wallet before handing it over.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Spurrier. We cannot cash your check. Your license is expired by two years.”
TWO years?! Has it truly been that long since he’s needed to use his personal identification?
He got back into the car and asked me if I wanted to go on a little adventure. And so, to the DMV we went. He explained how shocked he was that his license had expired and that we hadn’t noticed in so long, and how glad he was that it was caught prior to our cross-country trip.
“Daddy,” Kathryn said, “Show me your shocked and surprised face that you had in there!” “Oh, I don’t know if I can do it again!” he said.
And so, we drove in silence all the way from the vicinity of Lakewood Village most of the way to the DMV on JFK. Three minutes of total silence in the car was interrupted by Kathryn abruptly saying “Hey you guys! Did you know that kittens explode easily?!”
“WHAT?!” we both exclaimed. George turned to her in shock. I nearly ran the car off the road trying to turn to look at her, wondering where this suddenly came from.
“Ah! There’s the shocked and surprised face!” she said. “Thanks!”