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Sara Cammeresi

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Several days ago, the Internet connection at the office went on the blink from 14.00. We lodged a fault with the local telephone monopoly, which, surprisingly, had not caused any improvement by the time of my arrival the next morning at 8.00. With my ability to work crippled, I set myself to a game of Spider Solitaire, which I won handily.

Basking in my victory, I leant back in my chair, put my feet up on my desk, and began idly rummaging through my wallet. I was examining my driving licence when I noticed a very odd thing: my licence said that I was female!

I promptly showed several people my erroneous licence to great amusement.

I then realised that this was a potentially grave situation. I believed that, at least in Illinois, having false/old/wrong information on one's driving licence was at least sometimes an engaolable offence. Since I had nothing to do at the office, I decided to strike out immediately to put to rights my gender (in the personal sense) in the eyes of the people of Minnesota.

In spite of naïvely assuming that I could just present myself at the licencing bureau, lower my trousers, and say, ‘Behold!’ I was informed by the information gentleman that they should require a copy of my original licence application or my birth certificate. I remembered shredding the copy of the application months ago. (It was later found to be hiding in the treacherous depths of my car's glove compartment.) My birth certificate was in a safe deposit box miles away, and I wasn't totally certain at which bank it was since I hadn't been there in over a year. After a journey home, maps were consulted, my birth certificate was obtained, and I trundled back to the licencing bureau. I joined the queue and waited until my turn.

Me. Hi, my driving licence says I'm female.
Driving Licensor. Oh, that's a problem. Let me see the new application you have there....And let me see your licence. [She photocopies it, and then speaks with finality.] Okay.
Me. ‘Okay’? That's it?
Driving Licensor. Yup.
Me. You don't need anything else? No...birth certificate...or anything?
Driving Licensor. Nope.
[Above my head, a bubble containing storm clouds appears. Exeunt.]

I've since received a correctly engendered licence in the post, thus bringing to an end Sara's and my time of living as lesbians.

posted by Sid at 12.45 / 823 in Humourous Stories     [ Comments: 4 ]