Last March, I flew to Long Beach, CA for a film conference. Before I went I went to my neighborhood Wallgreen’s for a couple of cigars for an offering. They needed my ID so I showed them my driver’s license bought the cigars, did the offering and went to he airport with no problems. When I got to the airport, they asked for my ID. When I went fishing for my driver’s license it was gone! I thought they forgot to give it back to me at the Wallgreen’s. Luckily I had my old and expired driver’s license in my wallet as well, so I used that. I’m not sure what scared me more: driving in LA and Las Vegas at almost exactly the speed limit because I didn’t want to get pinched by the West Coast cops with, or knowing that I flew round-trip from Boston to LA with two stopovers each way under the “watchful” eye of the TSA using an out of date driver’s license. When I got back from the trip, I went back to the Wallgreen’s to see if they found my driver’s license. Nothing. Never heard about it, never saw it. I dished out another $20 to get a new driver’s license.
Today the group that held the conference I went to that trip sent me an updated membership card. It meant having to replace the previous one so I looked for it in my wallet. I pulled out what I thought was the old membership card; turns out it was the old driver’s license—the one missing for over a year, the one that had me freaked out driving on the West Coast, the one I paid money to replace! God I don’t think I’ve ever been that pissed off to see my driver’s license in my life!