Last week, Reader Dear, I discovered a fascinating fact of which I'd heretofore been totally unaware.
It was an idea that I had never even contemplated prior to my newfound knowledge of it! Here's the (relatively) short and uncomplicated story:
A form came in the mail: It was time to renew my driver's license photo. It was mandated that the picture of me looking slightly younger would no longer suffice. Dear Reader, as I am constantly doing battle with procrastination, I made an attempt to speedily take myself to the Division of Motor Vehicles.
In a (relatively) small room filled with folding chairs sat perhaps a dozen people. They were all waiting their turn for a visit with one or the other of two men who were taking photos. I took a number, then took a seat and waited.
In a (relatively) short time my number was called. The man on the right motioned for me to take a seat at his desk. He had a few questions for me to answer, and asked them in a brisk and efficient manner while looking at his screen.
And then, without a pause, he instructed,"Look right there at the blue dot. Smile if you wish. And here we go!"
"You're giving me permission to smile?!" I asked.
"Yes," he responded. "Some states do not allow it!"*
( I'm allowing you time, Reader Dear, to pick yourself up off the floor)
When I, myself, could scramble back into my seat, I asked the guy incredulously, "Are you serious?!" (Though the guy was hiding his funny-bone well, if humor was his goal.)
Public Service Announcement, Dear Reader: If you have moved to the state of Virginia because it is "for lovers," please be informed it is only for NON-smiling lovers!