She did, however, need to stop by the DMV. Alas, she had lost her Driver’s License.
Upon arriving, she asks me “Do they take debit cards?” We have been through this so many times. Every time we go to the DMV it seems, we forget to take cash. We are such smart people.
She sends me to the bank with her debit card to get cash. The ATM was closed, just our luck. Plan two: cash back. The only place I could think of that would do cash back that was close to the DMV was Petsmart (yes, I go to Petsmart way too often).
I buy a Diet Pepsi (we drink neither diet nor Pepsi) and get $40 cash back. I am driving back to the DMV and decide to take a sip of the drink. Clumsy my drops the cap below the seat.
Clearly the smart thing to do was to stick my left arm all the way under. I get the cap and see a huge red splotch on my arm. I am wondering why there was that much ketchup under the seat. Why would there be any ketchup under the seat? Then I realize it was blood.
I pull into the DMV freaking out. Luckily I was wearing two shirts (layering in late April is such a good idea), so I wore one and wrapped the second around my arm.
I looked so pitiful walking into the DMV, diet Pepsi in hand with a blood-stained white shirt wrapped around my arm. I told her I thought I needed to go to the hospital for stitches. She is proud that I was able to make it back to the DMV; she is under the impression that under normal circumstances I would have freaked out and had to pull over because I was so upset. (Am I really that bad?)
I sit, bleeding, at the DMV for another 30 minutes before she is finished and we can go to CareNow.
With how accident-prone I am, it is amazing that I haven’t had to have stitches before. This was my first time. I do not plan on doing it again.
