The lines at the DMV, pish posh! I could have stayed in line for hours, for days, to wait for that little card saying I was official. Why so giddy? Well, because I had to wait much longer than a few minutes in a line crowded by a throng of ungrateful dolts. Not fair, but accurate. I wish I could put myself in their shoes and have had the pleasure of a 5th or 6th renewal, but alas, I never met the requirements to grab that single most important document of vehicular freedom. Why? Until now, I did not exist. No papers, no documents, no records. The government knew no me.