“I have none”, I replied.
“Quick,” he said, “go to the Post Office and get one.”
When my little Lizzie was warm you didn’t have to crank it. I jumped in, turned on the ignition and we were off.
At the Post Office, someone was dawdling over getting a money order. Mrs. Chapman, the Postmistress, noticed my distress, but when I asked for a driver’s license she said, “You have to be recommended by the RCMP.”
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