Pwned

I was sitting outside smoking with my brother the other day, and he was talking about going to work (which he hasn't done in a long LONG time, so you can understand me having a coronary problem with it). He brings up the fact that he wanted until the last minute to renew his license, which was on his birthday (May 22) and he hadn't gotten his new one just yet. So I told him, "Just drive with your old one and the online receipt that I'd like to believe you printed out."
Him: Well, on there they said that doesn't guarantee you don't get a ticket for driving without a license.
Me: Then don't give them a reason to pull you over.
Duh.

He left, and this was early afternoon (like, one or two). I checked the mail.
My brother had a letter from the Texas Department of Transportation in the mailbox. It felt like there was something hard and plastic and credit card sized in there.

I sent him this text message: I lol at you. Your license was in the mailbox.

He thinks I'm a big dork, but the truth is, he's been pwned by the mailman.