Just then, another DMV worker burst into the room. “Thank goodness you’re here, Mrs. Doris! Your car’s blocking four spaces, there’s a shopping cart stuck under your bumper, and your left blinker’s been on for 20 minutes!”
Doris gasped. “Oh my! That must’ve been someone else’s car!”
The worker shook his head. “Ma’am, it’s a bright pink Cadillac with a ‘Bingo Queen’ bumper sticker and a Betty White bobblehead on the dashboard.”
Doris paused for a moment. “Hmm… okay, that might have been mine. But in my defense, parking lots are so confusing at my age! I remember when they were just dirt roads with hitching posts for horses!”
The clerk let out a deep breath. “Ma’am, I think it might be time to consider giving up driving.”
Doris leaned in with a sly grin. “Young man, I’ll stop driving the day I can’t remember where I put my keys.”
The worker stared, “Ma’am, your keys are in your hand.”
Doris burst out laughing. “Well, in that case, I’m still good to go!”
And with that, Doris shuffled out the door, got into her car, and drove off—left blinker still flashing.
