"Be right with you sir," the man behind the counter said as I entered. He was helping a young couple, who were renting a truck for a move to Ft. Hood, finish up their paperwork. After checking their truck for damage, they signed the contract in a couple places, initaled in a few more and then it was my turn.
"How can I help you?" asked Greg.
"I have to move some casino equipment for a party
we're putting on for a client and I need to rent a truck."
"Sixteen footer," I replied.
"OK, I need your drivers license and a credit card."
And faster than a cat can lick his butt, I had produced both items.
"We have a problem," said Greg as he looked at my license. What he meant though was, "You have a problem."
"Your drivers license expired last October."
Fortunately, Sonny Boy had driven me and I had him drive the rent-a-truck while I drove (illegally) in my pick-up back to my office to load some blackjack, poker, roulette, and craps tables.
Monday morning Ms. Lucki Duck drove me to the DMV. All the chairs were occupied and people were standing in the hallway, waiting to be helped.
"How long am I looking at here?" I asked the lady as she handed me my number.
"At least an hour" she said.
"That means at least an hour an a half ," I thought to myself.
Ms. Lucki Duck and I spent the next 45 minutes doing some Christmas shopping, then headed back to the DMV. "Fifty-five" flashed on the board at the front of the waiting room as we walked in. I looked down at the ticket in my hand.
Another 75 minutes pasted before my number was called. I felt like I had hit the lottery!
A quick eye test, one butt-ugly picture, and $25 later I was outta there and street legal again!
Watch out Texas, I'm behind the wheel again!
Till next time, win the flips!