Exes at the DMV

I finally got around to going to the DMV for my new photo license. I had stopped at a different location a few weeks earlier, but that was a madhouse; let’s eliminate locations and then require a REAL ID for people, having made it difficult for people to actually obtain it.

Fortunately, the location I went to was not very busy and I was in and out in about 15 minutes. I’m not telling you where that is, because I selfishly don’t want to spoil it.

While there, however, I was looking around at the different employees. Clearly, diversity, equity, and inclusion is part of their hiring practice. I approved; I thought that that was a good thing. 

Shocking to see, however, was that one of the employees looked like my first girlfriend in college. I saw her, noticed the resemblance, read her nametag (yes, the right name!), and had a weird vibe/holy crap moment that it might in fact be her.

She had broken up with me and taken up with another guy. Word was that they had bought a school bus to live in and then moved to Texas. A Google search (a long time ago, in the early days of the Internet when it was fun to look up people you knew), revealed that they were part of an AMIGA users group in Texas. And I realize some of my readers will need to google “AMIGA.”

Back at the DMV, I did something I rarely do: I surreptitiously snapped a photo of the woman, just in case I needed evidence of her appearance. (And no, I will not put that photo here.) When I got home, I messaged my second college girlfriend on LinkedIn and asked her if she knew the whereabouts of girlfriend number one.

She said that she was still married to the same guy and still living in Texas (no mention of a school bus), and suggested that, if she was working at a DMV in  Southwestern PA, she’d have a heck of a commute.

So I guess that wasn’t the right Kathleen.

Or at least, that’s what girlfriend number two wanted me to think!