Yesterday was D Day. My day started at the dermatologist. Six months ago he removed a mole and yesterday was just a check up. All is well.
From there, I headed across town to the DMV. I figured after eight years, it was about time to get my NY drivers license.
Times Square is said to be the crossroads of the world. But I'm here to say it's not. The DMV is. Forms are available in 13 different languages, and apparently I didn't fill in mine correctly. Whatever.
The whole process took two hours - one hour to get my picture made; one hour to wait for the lady to type in my info. Only one man went completely nuts, shouted & cursed at the entire room. No one looked up but me.
I thought that was really impressive - only one. See, the world can get along.