Who am I?

 I was ready. I was prepared. I felt great. I got up early and walked to the testing facility. A long walk that takes about 20 minutes. It was chilly, still a lot of snow here, so I decided to take my pink jacket. I tried on the silver jacket as well, but decided to go for the pink one as it is light and comfortable to drive in. I have a third rather new jacket, a black one, that I wore the first time, so I kind of thought that if I wear that jacket I will fail again. It's easy to become superstitious before tests. On the way there I listened to the driving lessons on Spotify and felt quite assured that this time I will make it.  When I got there I sat down and waited for five minutes or so then the examiner called my name. We went to the back room where she wanted my id. I opened my bag and realized it was not there. I literally took out everything from the bag to make sure it wasn't actually there. I could not believe what was happening.  I was doomed. They definitely need the id to make the examination. I knew this as well and had even thought that people who forget their id must be idiots. I was now a complete idiot to myself. I had to go home again, without taking the test, without getting my license. Not getting my money back and not getting another opportunity to do the exam again for another four months. All my plans are ruined. I can't go down to the cabin and continue sorting things out there, which is something I really need to do. I just can't believe myself.  People who know me, know that I am a meticulous person and it's completely out of character to forget something so important. But then again, I am only human. I got many indications to take the black jacket and was reminded of the id as well, but all those thoughts I disregarded as nonsense and associated them to other things. I suppose there was something to learn from this experience. There had been weather warnings about icy roads, so maybe my life was spared by this little inconvenience. Trying to look at the bright side of life. Very grumpy though. Don't even try to cheer me up.  This Everest jacket that I bought last year has a label with the year 1987 and in the breast pocket I had my passport, which is the id I have. So I will share this song, to add to the drama. It's the singer's birthday as well. He's been dead since 2002, but who cares about that. Happy 56th birthday! I wish we could have reason to celebrate my drivers license as well, but your birthday will do. I'm not that selfish. It's just a piece of paper, or plastic...They should have identification with mobile bank id at the testing facility. 

But still...