We pulled into the gravel lot of the Luther Tag Agency this morning about 8:40. What luck, the first ones there.
Then I saw the paper sign attached to the door. Tag Agency closed the week of June 14-18.
I laughed out loud. My daughter didn’t see the humor.
Here’s how we got into this situation. Sarah needed to renew her driver’s license by the end of June. It needed to be a REAL ID license.
So, when I was in the Edmond Tag agency to renew a car tag last week, I asked about getting a driver’s license there. The helpful woman behind the COVID-proof plastic window told me I would need to make an appointment. The next available slots were something like two months out.
“But you can go to the Luther Tag Agency and just walk in,” she said.
Perfect. So, this morning we left the house about 8 am on a mission.
When we saw the Luther agency was closed for the week, I Googled the Wellston Tag Agency about 12 miles farther east on Route 66.
We headed down the Mother Road, Wellston bound. We got to the Wellston Tag Agency about 10 minutes before it opened, and were the second customers in line.
After the tag agent finished with Customer No. 1, he asked how he could help us. I said we wanted to get a REAL ID for my daughter sitting next to me.
“We don’t do driver’s licenses here, never have,” he said (with a straight face). “But you can just walk in at the Chandler agency, which is about 15 miles east on Route 66.”
I was laughing again as we walked out the door. My daughter was fuming, because I had us on a wild goose chase.
We headed east again on the Mother Road. We pulled into the lot of the Diamond Tag Agency about 15 minutes later. There were cars, and people going in and out.
Luck was with us this time. After a wait of only about 15 minutes, the agent called us to the counter.
Yes, he could do a REAL ID license. We turned over our folder of documents, and within about 10 minutes Sarah became the first person in our family with a REAL ID.
We thanked the tag agent, headed out the door and pointed the car back to OKC.
This time, we bypassed the Mother Road and took the Turner Turnpike back to town.
Even if the tag agency gods forced us to drive the Mother Road three towns over, we still got our kicks (and REAL ID) on Route 66.