…fee fi mo mimmy…Kimmy!
So I played the name game at the MVC this afternoon. My mission was to get my name changed on my Driver’s License and registration. I had a folder full of identification. I was confident I could pass the 6-point ID Verification process with flying colors. Then I reached the receptionist.
DMV lady: You need to show us a marriage license.
Me: But I’m divorced….I have this birth certificate with my Dowd name, my current driver’s license with my Turberville name, and this gold-stamped name change decree which sends me back to Dowd.* (Mind you, I brought my birth certificate, passport, current license and registration, paycheck stub w/Dowd as the name, checkbook w/Turberville as the name, divorce judgement, court name change order and a Comcast bill. I was also ready to pee in a cup, if necessary.)
DMV lady: You need to prove that you were married.
Me: Doesn’t the mere existance of these very divorce papers prove that I was once married to Mr. Turberville?
DMV lady: …. (crickets chirping, sound of wind blowing through her ears.)
Me: Ugh. Fine. I’ll be back.
My new/old Social Security card will be here in 7-10 days. That was easy as pie.
*Go back to Dowd. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.