Thursday, April 1, 2010
If only I were equally as gifted. Instead, I've been struggling for some time to obtain a drivers license with much less favorable results. The process started when I moved back to Texas, from Colorado. Wouldn't you know that I lost that Colorado drivers license along the way. I had some things to take care of before getting a drivers license, like auto insurance and whatnot, so I obtained a Texas issued photo identification card for the interim. I managed to get this done by proving my identity with a hodgepodge of documentation. Let's see, I showed them my birth certificate, a high school diploma, maybe a pay stub. I don't quite remember, but it worked.
Well, when it came time to go to get my driver's license, I went back to the DMV, waited in line for an hour only to be told that the identification that was issued to me BY the state of Texas wasn't good enough to prove my identity TO the state of Texas for drivers licensing purposes. I was told that I needed a Social Security card. That's right, the paper CARD that I haven't seen for years, because you aren't supposed to carry it with you, which is inevitably how things get lost in my world. Anyway, I bet you've created dozens of those cards with Photoshop. Oh how I envy your resourcefulness.
I don't have Photoshop, so I went to the Social Security Administration office. The first time I went over there, I was told it would be about a three hour wait, and I just didn't have that kind of time. I'm not self-employed like you, so every time I try to take care of stuff like this, it requires my getting approval to take time off from work.
Fortunately, the next time I went, it wasn't so bad. I only waited an hour. When they called my number I merrily skipped up to the counter, gave the clerk my application and showed her my Texas ID and birth certificate. Did I mention that I was born right here in the state of Texas? Well, I was. Oh, but that wasn't good enough, said the clerk lady. Since I've been married before, I needed to show her a certified copy of my divorce decree AND another form of ID with my former married name. Well, you can probably figure out what happened next. No, I didn't open fire. Worse. I cried. Just like that Pakistani baby that was wailing non-stop in the waiting area.
After that, I went and got drunk and then came up with a plan. That's where you come in. It seems silly for me to hang on to an identity that I can't even use, so why don't I just give it to you? I mean, it's not exactly top of the line as far as identities go, but it's authentic. My credit score is pretty bad and I owe some people money, but it's not like I'm a criminal or anything. No offense. I just thought you might be able to get more use out of my identity than I'm getting.
All I need in exchange is the use of one of your stolen passports. Nothing fancy. Just something that will get me across the border. Because, according to the Texas Department of Motor Vehicles and the U.S. Government, that's where I belong.
a usted atentamente,
P.S. If you're interested in this offer, leave a comment with your email address and I'll send you the goods. But first, I'll need proof that you're a real identity thief.