Picture this – an 83 year old woman bent on getting a long overdue task done – drives to the DMV to have her tabs renewed and the title put into her name. Since she doesn’t have a bill for them, she takes along the title and a death certificate just in case. She arrives at the license center, immediately finds a parking place and walks in expecting smooth sailing. Not so. She is met by a bazillion others who have the same thing on their mind. Well, at least there’s someone to ask her why she was there. The clerk gazed at the paperwork and noted that there was still a lien on the vehicle. So she cheerfully said, “You need to get a copy of the lien release from your bank before we can change the title over to you.”
Back she goes to her car. It’s beginning to get humid and a lot hotter. She takes a whiff of her inhaler and proceeds to the bank. By the time she gets there, the dewpoint has become tropical and she wheezes when she opens the car door.
She’s told to sit and wait for a banker to help. At that point she begins to cough. The banker arrives in the middle of the outburst and leads her to his office, asking if she’d like some water. Such a nice young man. It doesn’t take too long for her to obtain the right documentation. She decides to stop at Costco on the way back to the license center. There are maybe a trillion people there. She grabs a cart and heads for the liquor section, purchases a bottle of Irish Creme and goes to the grocery section. She seriously thinks about opening the bottle and taking a quick sip, but refrains. This trip becomes another distraction lasting about an hour. She decides on a different license center, thinking it will be less crowded. Not so.
She’s met by a familiar face at the main door. It’s a friend, so there’s an exchange of conversation. Then into the center, where she sees people sitting in the area outside the door, realizing this place is just as busy as the last. She gets a ticket and sits down to wait – for another hour. During the two hour span before getting here, she has not had the opportunity to use the restroom. Not good for an 83 year old woman. She continues to wait, crossing her legs tightly together.
She continues to think positive thoughts and watches people as she crosses her legs even tighter. She thought up a joke about getting tan. When you’re older, you don’t get tan. Your body simply becomes a giant liver spot. At least this time was being well spent on creativity.
A woman sitting next to her mentioned she was on the same quest. She said she was amazed that a woman of such advanced years was capable of taking care of this, rather than having someone else do it. At last her number was called. It took about five minutes to wiggle her way out of the chair and stand up. Her knees and hips have been screaming at her all day, but she presses on. There’s something about the persistence and perseverance of older women. I might scare you if I reveal just how strong they are.
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Love the story!
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Amen, love this older women are stronger I’m one of them I’m 70 years old I owe everything to God Hallelujah praise His Holy name 🙏🏻🤲🏻👑💜
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I feel like I could handle anything today. Thanks to Jesus for another day.
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AMEN SIS 🙏🏻🤲🏻👑💜
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I love it…I was going on one of my adventures…I was swerving in the lane because of construction. I was following directions on my phone. My car is older. A cop stops me takes one look at me and asks if I am okay. Asks for my license which is completely clear…so our my stickers. He lets me go.
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Thanks for sharing the experience! Go get ‘em, Kathy!
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LOL! Oh my goodness, I am so sorry to laugh at your pain, but that is just some delightful writing. I feel seen, heard, and understood. Such grace, perseverance, and strength, you go girl!
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After thinking about it, I felt vindicated. I accomplished what I set out to do in spite of using up the better part of the day. I made it home before I wet my pants, I got to talk to a friend and made a new one and I didn’t have an asthma attack. Plus I made up a funny joke and made you laugh!❤️
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Wow, this is just riveting. Thank you for sharing
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Oh, yes, Kathy! I hope that I, too, have a teeny bit left!
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Great story and I loved the ending!
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I went to have my title put in my name, but since the title was in both our names, they refused to do it. If I sell the car, I have to have a copy of her cert. of death. And if I move to a different state, who knows what the rules are!!!
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I could actually picture the old lady hurrying up the steps to the office and back. Well written !
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Thank you for your kind comment.
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