As I approach my one-year anniversary of living in Florida, I went down to the DMV today to obtain my Florida driver's license. (You're supposed to do it within 10 days of moving, so I just missed the deadline.) ;)
And how's THIS for irony: I got hit by a teenage kid today (who, by the way, looked about TWELVE)....in the parking lot of the DMV. We were both at a stoplight to leave the parking lot and enter the main road; for some reason, he decided to back up. (Needless to say, I was behind him.) When I realized he wasn't planning to stop, I started hitting the horn (but not soon enough, apparently. Either that or his reflexes sucked).
"I'm so sorry, ma'am * ," he said as he got out of the car. "I just got my license."
"When?" I asked. "Like 2 seconds ago?"
"No," he answered. "Like a week ago."
"Nice start," I replied.
Since he had just kissed my bumper, I let him off the hook. You could tell he was all shaken up and that this was his first "incident" so I couldn't even get that mad at him. I'm almost proud to be his "first," actually.