They wouldn’t rent a car to the Geezer at the dealer. His license had expired.
I drove over to get him, and we left the car there to be worked on. I didn’t officially let him drive the truck to finish the work day, and I didn’t officially let him drive to the Department of Motor Vehicles, (DMV), this morning either. I went along tho. We could pretend I was driving, and if anyone insisted he take the driver’s test, I could officially take it to the driver’s test lane.
It was almost freezing when we got to the DMV an hour before they opened. He was bundled in layers as were the others already standing in the “No-appointment” line. I stayed in the car brushing sugar and donut crumbs from my front, ostensibly reading under a quilt. Soon I was dozing in the thin sunshine.
He woke me with a giant grin. He’d missed two on the written test, and he was slowed down by the line to have his picture taken, but now an hour later he had a license in hand. No one answered his question tho….why hadn’t he gotten a renewal in the mail?