In 2002, I went to Dalton to renew my Georgia driver’s license. But when I got the license back in the mail, (with that good-looking picture) my last name was misspelled. I had to go back to Dalton to get another “great” picture and fill out forms. My new license soon arrived with the correct last name. But no one had collected the misspelled license. So, for the next ten years, I had two licenses, which came in handy while driving in Romania. When the Romanian police stop you, they are looking for a bribe. For even minor infractions, the police can send your license to Buchareşt. You have to travel all the way to Buchareşt to pay the fine before your license is returned. But for ten years I was fearless! I had two licenses! I could afford to lose the misspelled one! I was stopped in Simeria and threatened by the police. “I can send your license to Buchareşt!” the officer said. “Go ahead,” I replied. He was taken aback with my confidence. He shrugged, returned the misspelled license, and waved me on.
