Last Friday, I and JeffB went to downtown San Antonio to watch the annual Battle of Flowers parade. Like any half-intelligent person, I locked my purse in the trunk of my car, took cash and driver’s license and cell phone with me, safely (I thought) tucked in the front pocket of my overalls. Somewhere, I lost my driver’s license. And some fuckchop picked it up, most likely for use as a fake ID, according to the nice San Antonio PD cop who took my report.
I called everywhere I’d been, from the Rivercenter mall to the Barnes and Noble to the McDonald’s, and not one of these places had it. So, I’m stuck with no license. FUCK!
I checked the Minnesota state driver’s license bureau website for directions on how to get a replacement. No dice; I have to do this in person, with ID and marriage license. (Does anyone else see the irony in that? You’ve lost your ID, and what do you need to get a duplicate but your ID.)
So, I went on IRC to whine about, and someone suggests calling the Minnesota state police, which I do. The friendly operator tells me to call the San Antonio PD and file a police report, which I do. So, now I have to call the Minnesota license bureau tomorrow and see about making arrangements to have a temporary driver’s license faxed or mailed to me, so I can get a Texas license, which is what I should’ve done in the first place.
So, fucko, you can get into bars and clubs and get loaded and find work (San Antonio has a rather large population of undocumented workers, and there’s apparently a thriving black market in fake IDs so they can get jobs.) and do all that, and I’m left with the rather severe inconvience of having no identity and risking 1) an expensive ticket for driving without a license and 2) being arrested for vagrancy because I can’t prove I have an address, or for that matter, a name.
I suppose you think it was your lucky day Friday when my license just happened to drop into your lap. Well, the bureaucratic hell I’m being forced to enter is a drop in the bucket compared to the hell you’re going to face when you’re pulled over in traffic and the cop punches the license in his little computer and finds out it was reported stolen. You’ll be arrested, taken to the station, questioned as to how you got the license, and charged with a felony. Or, a potential employer is going to notice that you don’t quite look like the picture in the license and is going to call it in, with the same result. If you’re here illegally, you will be found out and deported. In any case, you’ll hand it over, always hoping that no one notices that you don’t look anything like the person in the picture, and never quite knowing who’s going to get curious enough to dig a little deeper.
I suppose I should just be happy for what little emotional victory I can get.
[sub](Yeah, I know it’s a weak rant, and the best I can hope for is a 5, and that’s assuming the Bulgarian judge got laid last night. I just couldn’t figure out how to lay on the invective without sounding racist. It’s not Hispanics in general I’m mad at, nor any other ethnic group. It’s the asshole who stole my license, but from what the cop told me, it’s most likely that the person who stole my license was Hispanic.)[/sub]
I feel muuuuccchhh better now
Robin