I can’t drive when I’m crying. It’s too difficult to see through the tears. Good thing that doesn’t happen frequently. (Last time it happened, we had lost our poor little dog, Buster.) Life and death are the only things worth being concerned about. Please extend my sympathy and encouragement to Elen.
Fortunately, Elen wasn’t driving, and I was philosophical about it all. Nothing to be gained by fussing.
My mom isn’t arriving until after noon tomorrow, so we’ll have time to visit the DMV again, if she feels up to it.