In NJ, the photos are digital, and you can see it right after they take it, then decide whether to keep or reject that one. I'm not sure if there's a limit to how many you can take -- I went with the third one on my last licence.
(My first licence, and maybe my second one too (in 1997 and 2001) were the old non-digital kind. They'd take the picture with a polaroid-type camera, type out the text part of the licence on a typewriter, paste the picture to the licence, then laminate the whole thing. Everyone at college who had a fake ID had a fake NJ licence -- you could make them with photoshop, a decent printer, glue, a laminating machine, and some gold spray paint to fake the watermark.)
The added crazy to my expired driver's license/bar story - I wasn't even drinking booze. I was about 7 months pregnant and was sipping a glass of water, watching my DH in a darts tournament. When I asked for a refill on my water, they carded me and kicked me out. WTF.
I used to have a kickass license photo. I would renew in the mail, it was awesome. But for some reason, I had to get a new photo for the old one. Couldn't renew in the mail. Not sure if it was some bullshit post 9/11 thing.
My sister and I went out to a bar just after midnight on her 21st birthday. At one bar the bouncer said she was underage and that he was going to confiscate her drivers license. I had to explain that since it was after midnight it had now become the "next day" so she was therefore legal.
I'm pretty sure I've traveled with a paper temp license, because I have a vague memory of being amazed that it worked, but I don't know when that was, could've been last century.
Grrr. Have just been sent into a towering rage, only partly an overreaction, right as I have to dial in to an important conference call.
There are a lot of towering rages at my work these days. Deadlines and holidays looming? I try to stay out of it, mostly, but I do like to be cc-ed on some of the blood sports.
Working from home would be better for me for so many reasons right now. But I went in to both locations this morning, and will be back at my desk this afternoon.
Uh, sometime. But I am logged into my work computer! Migraine-related depression is paying off for my employer.
No towering rages here, just giant slinky dogs.
What happens if you push a giant slinky dog down the stairs?
Well, you need some really big stairs.
