I have to return my paper licence to DVLA when I get my photocard one.
With the photo one I’ll also get a back-up paper supporting document which seems a bit of a waste to me
A friend of mine was named “Roe.” It was an unusual name and she wondered where it came from. Turns out she was supposed to be “Rose,” but there was a misspelling on the birth certificate, so they stuck with “Roe.”
No name issues, but the hospital put the wrong date on #2 son’s birth certificate. I had to pay to get the chart copied for proof to the state that I did not give birth on May 8 (I wasn’t even admitted that day), but May 9th. I still have to correct his passport-I dread the paperwork so have been putting it off.
And #2’s name is Johnathan, Sampiro. 
I wanted Nathan or Nathaniel, TH wanted John. It is an accepted variant (I tend to not like weirdly spelled names–if I had known how many ways that name could be spelled, I would have named him Dwight or Simon and been done with it!)
When I applied for something that required a credit check I discovered that I have an alias SSN all because some idiot at my previous mortgage company typed in the first 3 numbers as 000. When this initially happened I either noticed it on the records and contacted them or the mortgage company contacted me to inform me my ssn didn’t exist, I informed them that they were idiots as I obviously knew my own ssn and there’s no way I wrote it wrong. It was corrected but for some reason this mistake still haunts me on credit reports and it looks like I use a bogus ssn for some nefarious purposes.
Heh Heh Heh
This happened to my sister who was adopted from Vietnam in 1978! My parents just forgot to the rather minor amount of paper work when she was a child to register her a child of American Citizens. Fast forward 28 years and she’s trying to get a pass port that’s when she finds out she’s not a citizen. Adding to the anger is that my parents managed to do the necessary paper work for her two brothers…
I know a Filipina named Maria. She has 8 older sisters named Maria. Each one was called Maria until the next was born and then called by their middle name–all saint-names. Maria says she’s glad she’s the youngest because she’d hate to have to go by ‘Agnes’.
My maternal grandfather was born in winter on a remote ranch in Colorado. When the circuit doctor got around to registering his birth after the snow melted, the Doc (let’s call him Dr. Horatio Smith) was a bit fuzzy, perhaps due to strong drink, on the details. Granddad Robert’s birth certificate states he was a female named Horatio, as were both of the other babies born that winter. The date was correct, oddly enough.
My paternal grandfather didn’t exist. No birth certificate at all, or at least not for a male born in that month, in the general vicinity of his supposedly married mothers whereabouts during the general time of his birth, born to any person with a similar name or birthdate to either of his parents. :dubious: Lots of skeletons in that closet, and none of them have said a word since WWI.
My husband’s drivers license, passport, school, military and confirmation records have his birthdate two years earlier than his birth certificate, social security and baptismal record. The family bible has his birth noted as the year between the other records.
After my divorce, the name attached to my social security number took 11 certified copies of official government-issued documents (my birth cert, marriage license & order of dissolution) as well as two lawyers (one of which who spent most of the billed time convincing idiot SS employees that an “order of dissolution” was the actual legal term for “divorce”) and 7 years to be spelled correctly, which was 6 years, 9 documents and one lawyer more than the marriage entailed.
I don’t trust “official” documents.
A few years ago there was a foofaraw when the same thing happened to a lot of Canadians. IIRC, they were born abroad to Canadian parents and had to file some sort of paper stating they wanted to stay Canadian citizens before they turned 26, only nobody told them, so there they were, suddenly finding out (sometimes at quite advanced ages) that they weren’t officially Canadian citizens and hadn’t been for years. (The regulation, again IIRC, had long since been changed.)
After some running about, something was eventually worked out, allowing them to fast-track back to citizenship after a few more forms.
Ah yes, every time I get a new set of non-Hispanic clients I need to spend several months explaining that My Name Is Not Maria. Maria is just the first part, no, that other word is Not Another Name dangit…
Mr. Nimoy seems to have come to terms with it.
Ah, the joys of drunk fatherhood! Mine was sloshed when it came to naming my youngest sister (to be fair, he had come home from a tour of duty to find my mother very pregnant…by someone else) and was supposed to name her Leah. He wrote down Leha. And yes, we have wickedly called her “little Lee-haw” ever since.
I love this phrase and will be using it from now on.
I don’t have any weird naming issues but my mom and dad had a big argument over whether to give my brother and I middle names. My dad did not want to gives us middle names because he had no middle name because my grandpa had the middle name of Washington and thought it was too long and so my dad and uncle did not get one.
Both my brother and I got middle names.
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I love this phrase and will be using it from now on.
You have my permission to use it as and when required 