Clancy and I recently got our Queenland driver licenses. Queenland has unusually stringent requirements for proof of residency. Had we known about them, we would have distributed the utilities between the two of us to prove that we lived where we said we did. Unfortunately, everything is in my name. Which you are supposed to be able to get around with a marriage certificate. Unfortunately, the rules on the ground do not match the rules on the website. For some unfathomable reason, she could only use two identifiers with my name and address, or two with hers, but she couldn’t do both. We almost had to return home, but we happened to have our auto insurance quote that had our address. Auto insurance quote? Seriously? We could have told them that we live at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue and they would have printed our name and that address. Okay, I exaggerate, but only slightly.
Anyhow, when you change states, some states force you to surrender your old drivers license. Other states will simply punch a hole, or holes, in your old drivers license. Queenland falls in the former camp. Which is a shame, because we both liked our Arapaho drivers licenses and sometimes having a temporary drivers licenses (even one with a picture, like Queenland) don’t qualify for identification purposes. (Neither, theoretically, do expired drivers licenses, but most people figure that if you were William Sherwood Truman last year, you did not cease to be William Sherwood Truman this year. TSA excepted.)
Clancy lamented that they made us surrender my license. I reminded her that I actually had a spare from when I lost my wallet. And there’s not even a hole-punch in it! She commented that she had one, too.
We’re born to be bad.