Today we went to the Bureau of Motor Vehicles so that Cindy could do her driving test (she passed). While I was there I decided to update the address on my licence. As she was processing it on the computer, the woman asked me the usual questions, "Do you still want to be an organ donor?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Would you like to register to vote?" she asked.
"I can't," I explained, "I'm not a citizen." Then, being too curious for my own good, I asked her, "What would you have done had I said yes? Would you have asked for a birth certificate or would my licence have been enough identification for you to enroll me?"
"That's a good question," she replied as she walked away to confer with her supervisor.
When she came back she informed me that, as an alien, the documents I had brought were insufficient to change the address on my driver's licence. I would need not only the old licence and proof of my new address but also all my immigration documents, despite the fact that they sighted them when giving me my original licence. I never did get an answer to my question.
It'd be nice to get a say in who will be elected king of the world in November this year but I don't think it would be worth the risk of getting deported.
Thursday, 13 March 2008
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