brain farts

my new temporary driver's license

i once read about woman who, after coming back from the mission field, was in the grocery store and very proud of herself because she had been able to complete the shopping. for those of you who have been overseas for an extended period of time, you know what i mean. it's just a bit difficult to make all those decisions and it can be quite overwhelming at times. but she completed it and as she was getting ready to pay, the cashier asked her "paper or plastic?" at that one question, the woman lost it - burst into tears and ran out of the store without her groceries.

i leave for norway on tuesday. before i moved to norway, i lived in the grand state of kentucky, thus i have a kentucky driver's license. the license will expire before i return to the states again, so i thought i would change it to a kansas license. i drove to the transportation office - 25 min. away and as i took my number and sat down, waiting my turn, i decided to get out the paperwork i needed. as i searched through the bag, i realized that i didn't even have my license with me!! so, i had to drive home again, grab the license and decided to take my passport just in case. i went back and luckily the nice man was able to help me (there are two people working at the office: the nice man and the mean lady. the mean lady gave me my first driver's test and glared the whole time). i pulled out the paper work - gave him my passport (which was needed), explained that i owned nothing, so i had nothing to show that i resided in kansas - just my tax statement. i told him i lived overseas and was a missionary and he just looked at me blankly. we talked a bit as he filled out the paper work... and then it all began. stupidities became flying out of my mouth - it was as if i had no control over my brain. when he told me "that will be $22" i asked him if he would take visa. he pointed to the sign over my head which said "no credit cards." i then asked him who to make the check out to. he then pointed to the sign taped to the desk "make checks payable to blahblahblah." i haven't written a check in years and my hand shook the entire time. i finally finished and proceeded to walk over to the chair where he would take my picture. i sat down and he began motioning towards him with his finger. so, i began moving forward in the chair. the more he motioned, the more the chair moved. finally he held up a pen and said, "you have to sign first." i got up, shaking and semi-laughing out of shear embarrassment. he looked at me, chuckling and said, "so, i guess things always change a bit when you come back." if you only knew, buddy.