When it was finally our turn, the woman worker was able to determine that Erik's license had been returned to the Post Office. Diligently making sure that Erik was indeed the man he claimed to be the woman asked where Erik had held other driver's licenses:
And, she inquired, where have you gotten tickets?
He quickly rattled in a reply.
Where else? She asked.
I could tell he was slightly taken aback.
Ummmm. He said. South Dakota. (see Badlands)
Kansas. I interjected. (see Christmas 2004)
Where else? She pushed.
We've driven cross country multiple times. I explained. (see map)
The lady rolled her eyes in that explanation.
Memories of State Troopers in the rearview came flooding back.
Pretty much anywhere on the Eastern Seaboard. I recalled. Then I started with Maine and moved down to Florida. Hitting correct answers at almost every state line.
He's flying a bit straighter these days. I added. Trying to reassure her. (Who knows what information she was privy to on that computer screen.) And now, he takes the bus.