One of the true signs you’re an adult is when you observe a personal problem and look in the mirror at the person who must solve that problem. Believe me. It’s a good feeling. Here’s a small example.

It’s June,1961. I had just graduated from Brooklyn College and was commissioned as a 2nd lieutenant in the US Air Force. I’m 22 years old with a head full of mush, but I’m a New Yorker. I know everything, right? LOL
Many New Yorkers don’t drive. Don’t have a car and don’t need one. Buses and Subways work just fine for inner city commuting. Fine…if you stay in New York.
In mid June I look at at some important mail from USAF to me. No surprise, but still a shock. I’m hereby ordered to James Connolly AFB in Waco, Texas for ten months of navigator training. Report date-Aug 29. OMG. Let’s see how’s mass transportation in Waco? None. Uh oh. I need to learn how to drive and get a license in less than 3 months. Ok. Get your ass in gear.
First, I signed up for some driving lessons. Had no car, but they provided one. Had some money for that because I was working at the Post Office part time.
Took a few lessons. Then applied for a NY Drivers License and went to DMV for written and driving test. Aced written and scheduled driving test. Busted first test by bumping curb while parallel parking. Oops. Now what?
Took couple more lessons and rescheduled test one week before heading to Texas. Hooray, I passed.

They mailed my NY driver’s license to my Post Office box at James Connolly. Problem solved. But not by much.
Most Importantly, I solved it myself. A sure sign of adulthood. And maybe even officer material. Anyway, I was proud of myself. For a while at least. Enuf