Packages

The only thing I really use my driver's license for is picking up packages from the post office. People tell me I should do something about it. It has the most hideous picture of me known to humankind, and on top of that it expired almost three years ago and the address is completely wrong.

But there's really no reason to do change anything as long as it still works, and it does. I shuffle down to the corner store that doubles as the post office, hand my door tag and license to the lady behind the counter and it works.

It's always the same lady. She has a Caribbean accent, Haitian, maybe, and really gorgeous dark skin. She'll read out my full name, check the license, and then say "You moved, right?"

"Yep."

And that's that.