What did your parents talk about at the dinner table when you were growing up?
My mother worked for the Department of Motor Vehicles. Can you imagine our nightly dining conversation?
While considering the texture of the mouthful of steak I'd be perpetually chewing on, I had to sit through stories of fraudulent licenses from tropical islands, registration mishaps, non-English speakers who had failed driving tests, and the evil, evil, subhuman citizen who DIDN'T HAVE CURRENT CAR INSURANCE. On occasion I would take advantage of Mom's dramatic replay of an argument with a customer in order to spit out chicken livers into my napkin.
Today, I savor those memories because they taught me an important lesson: Always, ALWAYS purchase car insurance. Even though I may have missed a car checkup or two, or even a registration deadline, that good ol' insurance was always paid for — on time. If you don't have it, don't drive.
Thanks, Mom, for the memories.
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