Aversion therapy in public. Can I help it if I (now that’s a little kid’s phrase if ever there was one) have short stumpy fingers?
Okay, credit Dawn at Because I Said So for sparking this one. I’m writing it down for my future grandchildren, who will, from about the age of six to 12, find it hysterically funny. (From 12-19, nothing from an adult is allowed to openly impress them and eye rolling is a required part of the code.)
I was at the DMV in Maryland, getting my license redone with my new name after I got married. They required an updated picture at the time.
I had a pair of somewhat bashed-up glasses that didn’t fit terribly well anymore, and I was forever mindlessly pushing them back up my nose. Only, I had a habit of pushing at the bridge.
The guy snapped my picture, looked at it, and in deepest sympathies told me, “You don’t want to look at this for the next five years, lady, let’s take it over.”
How often do you get a do-over at the DMV? But what was the problem, sir (there’s that “sir” again) , was my hand in the way just then?
Um, more than. He just silently waved me over and showed it to me.
It looked like I had my finger up my nose.
And now I readjust my glasses at the sides.