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The Background

In 2005 I let my driver’s licence expire.  I know, now!  But at the time it was just one of those things.  I just let the time get away from me, and ended up having to go to the DMV in person.  Well, in San Antonio this is a particularly unpleasant experience.  The lines, oh the lines, and no place to sit, and you had better have planned to spend the whole day.

So, I did my bit, signed in all the right places, got my thumb-prints photographed, my social security card photographed (this becomes important later), my picture taken, the whole nine yards.

Then I went home and waited for two weeks for my shiny, new, driver’s licence to arrive in my mailbox.

The Wrinkle

Instead of my shiny, new, driver’s licence, the Texas Department of Transportation (Tx.D.o.T.), aided in their logic by the Department of Homeland Security (D.O.O.F.U.S.) decided that since I never bothered to change my name with the Social Security Administration (S.S.A., is it a palindrome?) to match my married name, (which, by the way, was already on my driver’s licence!) that they would just send me a letter telling me to get my name on my Social Security Card to match my name on my driver’s licence and then come back to their wonderful waiting room from hell and go through the whole rigamarole again!

So I didn’t.

Ever since.

I know, I’m bad.

I’ve been driving around all this time.  Shh!  Don’t call the cops yet!

Keep reading.

The Impetus

I had no plan for getting my name changed on my Social Security Card.  I mean, I didn’t plan to not do it.  I just never got around to planning to do it.  You’d think it would have come up.  We’ve been married for 22 years.  You’d think I might have carved out a day to take care of it.  But, no.  Not so much.

Until.

My car insurance carrier sent us a notice saying they won’t be able to continue our coverage because they changed something and don’t do business with our agent anymore.  Weird, huh?  So, in order to buy new car insurance ya kinda have to have a current driver’s licence.

The Beginning of a Solution

First I had to get that pesky Social Security thing in order.  Took two days but I got the paper I needed to carry to the Tx.D.o.T. people to PROVE that I am who they thought I was all along.

Next I went online to find a better Tx.D.o.T. location to spend my day waiting and do you know?  In all of San Antonio, a city of over 1.3 million people, there are a grand total of four Department of Transportation Offices.  That’s just wrong!  No wonder the process is an all day affair!

Plan A

So I had this brilliant idea.  We’ll go out of town to get this deal done at an office that certainly won’t be over crowded.  Hubs was on board with this plan, he so hates to wait for anything.

We decided to go to Bandera.   Their Tx.D.o.T. office is only open one day a week and it just happened to be Wednesday.  That worked ‘cuz it was Tuesday when I was hatching this brilliance.  So we set out for Bandera this morning.  Between stopping at the grocery for a few things and getting gas and realizing I left the directions at home and having to stop and ask the local librarian where the DMV was located we finally arrived at the Tx.D.o.T. office at lunch time.  Yes they do, they close up for an hour and fifteen minutes for lunch on their one day!

We enjoyed a lovely lunch hour at a local restaurant, wondering the whole time what the sign on the Tx.D.o.T. door meant by saying they can’t do any renewals since their computer is broken.  Yessirree.  Computer.  Singular.  And yeah, it really meant that they can’t do any renewals.    But the friendly Tx.D.o.T. man said maybe I could go to Kerrville or Boerne.

And really?  He oughtta be friendly.  Open one day a week and can’t do a lick o’ work since the ‘puter konked out!

Plan Two

Since Kerrville is the opposite way from home we decided to head to Boerne.  Now, the difference between Boerne and Bandera is enormous.  Bandera hasn’t got a thousand folks all together.  Boerne has over 7,000.  It’s even got a WalMart and an H.E.B. (our big grocery chain).  So, we thought there was a good chance that their DMV might be open on a Wednesday.  Turns out they’re open five days a week, just like big city folks, only without so much crowding and waiting.  They even had two clerks, and I had to wait!  I picked a number from the box, 12.  They were serving number 8.  Compared to Bandera it was a madhouse!  We thought it was cute!  The numbers were magic-marker on cardboard!  Very redneck for such an upscale hick town.

Many More Wrinkles

So I sat down and told the clerk that I needed to renew my expired licence.  She asked how long it had been expired.  When I told her the part about 2005 she started the list of documents that I needed to have with me and didn’t.
Stuff like birth certificate, marriage licence, immunization records, baptismal certificate.  I really don’t know all the items that were on her list ‘cuz I didn’t have any of them and I quit listening after she said I’d have to take a written test and a driving test and their first available appointment would be next Tuesday!  Oh, and by the by, they don’t accept the letter of name change from the Social Security Administration anymore, I’d have to wait for the actual card to come in the mail.  Now that I reflect on it, I’m surprised I didn’t have a stroke while she was talking.  And she ended the whole disappointing filibuster with a request to see my old driver’s licence.  She started clicking around on her keyboard.

And then she said it!

“Your driver’s licence isn’t expired.  I’ts actually good until your birthday in 2011.  You just need to get a duplicate made.  That’ll be ten dollars.  You wanna do that?”

I signed in all the right places, got my thumb-prints photographed, had my picture taken, paid my ten buckaroos and she handed me my temporary licence.

Can’t wait to see if they actually mail me a driver’s licence in a couple of weeks!

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15 Comments

  1. MotherHen says:

    A word to the wise, Lois. I found, on my second visit, that if you arrive a few minutes before the office opens, like 5 or 10, while you will have to stand in line to get your number, you will likely not have to wait after that. I got to their office at 8:50 and got in a surprisingly short line. Once I got my number I went right to a window. I was back in my car at 9:06! Shocking!!! :D

  2. Lois Groat says:

    Oh, my. This would be why we still do not have a SS # for our daughter, even though the adoption has been final for quite a while! Too much red tape and waiting. I can never find a day to make myself go.

  3. MotherHen says:

    Seems to have, but I’m still kinda holding my breath until I have the real deal in my hot little hands! ;)

  4. Ritsumei says:

    What a funny story – though it sounds like it was plenty stressful in the process! Glad to hear it all worked out so easily!

  5. MotherHen says:

    Totally understand! It just doesn’t seem to rate very high on the “get ‘er done” scale. ;)

  6. momzoo says:

    LOL!!! LOL!!!! That story just made my day. (Not because it was a hasstle and a pain for you, just because it is, well, funny!)

    My name is changed in my SS either, so every year I sign our taxes with my maiden name and every time I got to the DMV I have to take my marriage cert…lol…it is a pain! But do it ever change my SS? No, and I don’t really have a good reason why I haven’t, I just, well, haven’t.

  7. MotherHen says:

    It’s a Spanish pronunciation. :D
    Bandera is adorable, isn’t it? I saw more horses yesterday than I have in a year, and we didn’t leave Main St.!

  8. Cyndi L says:

    Well, one can laugh at the whole conundrum after the fact but oh, the pain at the time, I’m sure. And people want the government to take over health care? Yah… that will be great! On the upside… I loved hearing about all those great little Texas towns that I loved to visit when we lived in San Antonio. Ahhhh…. the memories. I also remember visiting a DMV in San Antonio to get my address on my driver’s license changed (when we moved from DFW area to San Antonio). The lady asked what county we lived in and I said “Bex-are”. The lady gave me the wierdest look and said “Bear?” Uh, is that how you pronouce it? I still wonder how you get “bear” out of Bexar. Well, at least I didn’t have the hard time you had.

  9. MotherHen says:

    Apparently it was only due to the “expiration” of my DL.

  10. Michelle B. says:

    Ok so was your ss card in your maiden name and not your married name a problem only because you let your drivers license expire? I have never changed my name on my ss card either still in my married name. When we file taxes I have to file under my maiden name but other than that I have never had a problem…hmmm wonder if it will be.

  11. MotherHen says:

    Oh, Anita, I just kept thinking of that line in one of the Hank the Cow Dog books where Sally Mae is pulled over and her tags and licence have expired and she asks the officer, “Oh, who will raise my children after you cart me off to jail?” Or something to that effect.
    I think I’ll relax now. I’m legal again! Yippeeeee!!! :D

  12. MotherHen says:

    Too much red tape! And for the record, the guy in Bandera didn’t even look at my licence. We didn’t even get out of the car. He came out and talked to us through the car window. Very laid back, small town attitude. :D

  13. Becky says:

    You’ve got to be kidding. The first place didn’t notice that your license wasn’t expired? No, wait a second…I can believe that. Years ago when the NC license tag agency changed their computer system, they lost a bunch of vechicles, and yes, ours was one of them. Since all of the various agencies (tag, tax, inspection, whatever dept. keeps up with whether or not you have ins on your vechicles…) had recently hooked up, the whole mess got stirred around in all the various pots (somehow, when they lost the vechicle we DID have, they went back to a vechicle we DIDN”T have any longer and assigned us that title…???). Long story short. It took us YEARS to get it straightened out in all the different agencies. You wouldn’t believe some of the conversations I had. “M’am, you have a Plymouth mini-van.” “No I don’t.” “Yes m’am, you do.” “No, I don’t.” “Yes m’am; tag_____is on a Plymouth mini-van.” “I’m telling you, I’m looking at the Dodge van that’s currently sitting in my driveway, sporting tag_____!”
    I feel your pain.

  14. Oh, my!! Hope you are squared away now! Just don’t ever drive in Washington, D. C. with an expired license. If they catch you, it ain’t purty! Especially if you got a suburban load of young ‘uns with you! Not purty at all!

  15. Yikes! What a story.. and what a pain! Hope that license shows up!!!.