The annual American grownup birthday freakout has nothing to do with getting older. It just sends you rushing for your wallet. My driver’s license! Did it just expire? Am I going to have to go to the BMV? Am I going to have to take the written test? Can I pass the written test?
And then there’s that lovely feeling when you realize your driver’s license expires next year. It’s next year’s problem!
But you should really write it down somewhere. Maybe put it on a calendar or something.
