So cool. Got my Japanese Driver's license yesterday. 3 tries, 7500 yen (US$75.00), a flurry of letters to/from the Oklahoma DMV, putting up with xenophobic insults, but I have it. And the picture is okay, despite my disheveled 'fro.
So I can drive legally. But the world should know that the driving center officers at this center are SOOO rude. First, when my Japanese teacher was trying to get the information for me, she got a little confused and the officer said to her "That's the problem with people; you don't pay attention." She slapped his hand, which is as "'bout it" as she can possibly get in public without it becoming a national crisis. Go ahead wit' yo' bad self Mitsuko!
Then after I passed my 3rd test driving stick, the guy was like "Good job. You're not so good at driving automatic but for manual you're okay." Because I didn't have the license in my hand yet, I gritted my teeth and thanked him for the "compliment," in true, proper, Japanese cultural protocol.
But I am glad to have the license. A great piece of Japan to take home with me. I can see you all now, starry-eyed at the indecipherable characters and semi-good photo of me semi-smiling because I was tired from the 6 hour endeavor that was the aquisition of said license.
So I can drive now... legally. Ain't it cute?
Playlist:
"Acid Luv"- Basement Jaxx
"List of Demands" - Saul Williams
"I Believe in You" - Kylie Minogue
"Dareka no Negai Ga Kanau Koro" - Hikaru Utada
"Moist" - Janet Jackson
