(I actually wrote this last week...and then promptly forgot about it...)
Today I think I found more evidence that DMVs everywhere feel and even partially look the same. Same chairs, same listless stares, same paint peeling walls. BUT, getting my Omani license today went much smoother than I could have hoped. They corralled a herd of new Embassy peopled into a waiting room then called us out one by one to take an eye test in a mostly empty yellow room with an eye chart at the end. Perhaps it's a residual of my High School please the teacher days, but eye tests give me a bit of anxiety. The possibility of immediate negative feedback? Your very freedom of movement depending on the outcome of a jumble of letters? .......... It's hard to say.
But in the end I read a few letters, only guessed at one and got it right, and picked up my shiney Omani drivers' license later that day.
And you know what else feels the same as back home? Getting pulled over by the police without said license because it's being processed by said police.
Boo.
But I wasn't taken to prison or anything and I am now a full fledged driver. I keep looking down at the thermometer hovering somewhere between 96 and 100 and thinking I really have to get that fixed but then I remember that it is actually almost October and somewhere between 96 and 100 degrees. Good think my AC is boss. And yes, I know that words like "boss" age me but working in a school makes one well aware of how old they are and I feel just fine about it.
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