Photo Shoot

While my videos are rendering, I thought id hit a blog real quick. So a life update, I recently turned 24 last week.

I know, you don’t have to remind me how old I am.

Anyway, my license expired on my birthday so a few weeks prior I had to go renew it with the DMV. I could have done this through the mail but I desperately needed a new picture. You see, the picture that was currently on the license was from when I was 15 years old. It was the stage in my life where God was still messing with photoshop and decided it would be fun to make me look like an alien. Also, I passed my driving test really early in the morning which was surprising since I was still half asleep. And lastly, the lady who was taking the picture didn’t even do a count down to tell me she was taking the picture. She just said “stand there please” and then CLICK! I wasn’t even ready for it so the picture just looks like I’m half constipated, half looking to the left.

This time around, I went during my lunch break. First of all, I stood in line because I didn’t have an appointment, and when I came to the counter finally, the man said, “How can I help you?” I looked around and said “Yes, I will have a bowl of pho, a bean burrito, and a samosa with green chutney.” Well I didn’t really say that, but I thought it in my mind because surrounding me were only Vietnamese, Mexican, and Indian races. There is nothing wrong with that, but its just fun to see white people being a minority in the Bay Area.

Anyway, so after I ate my food, I got called up to the counter where I paid the renewal fee, took care of the paperwork, and went for my picture. I stood in line and watched other people take their picture. Some smiled. Some didn’t care. Some were ecstatic. Some just looked like they had to go to the bathroom. Finally it was my turn.

I walked up with a smile so not be caught off guard. The lady behind the counter clicked the photo and that was that. After the flash, I asked her “Can I see it?” She stared at me like I was speaking fluent Korean slang in a Swedish chocolate factory. She turned to me and glared. With her nose flaring she replied “If I show you, then everyone will want to see their picture. We don’t have time for that!”

I took a deep breath and walked away. There was nothing I could do. I would have to wait.

After two weeks, it finally it came. I looked at the envelope and slowly opened it. In my mind, my thoughts were racing as to what sort of mythological creature I might resemble.

Surprisingly, it didn’t turn out as bad as I thought. I am half smiling with eyes half open, and my hair looks like I’m a software engineer from Bangalore. Nothing wrong with that. Chicks dig software engineers from Bangalore.

My name is Pari and that’s my story.

If you have a funny DMV license story, let us know @ pandh@pariandharvin.com!

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