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Funny thing about that: my driver's license says they're blue. It also says I'm two inches shorter than I really am.
This is because my father went with me to get my very first license (law requires his signature somewhere, I forget why...) I was filling out the form, and he kept making me change it.
"Don't be silly, your eyes aren't green, they're blue."
"Um... I really think they're green. Besides the fact that I see them in the mirror everyday, everyone else has always said they're green too."
"That form isn't talking about your kind of green, they're talking about people with those really vibrant green eyes. Your eyes are blue." (I know better than to argue with him at this point, he's a very stubborn man and the world IS the way he sees it.)
"...Fine..."
"Now wait a second, what are you putting there? You're not 5'9"! You're 5'7" at the most."
"I'm not! In fact I just had a doctor's appointment and they weighed and measured me. And you can't tell me it's a subjective thing like eye color, it's a measurement!"
"Oh baloney. Look. I'm six feet. You stand next to me. That's at least a 5 inch difference between us, so you can't be taller than 5'7". I know all women want to be tall, and don't worry, 5'7" is plenty tall. You're 5'7", stop arguing about it."
To this day, I've never been able to get it corrected. Every time I renew my license, I go in person, tell them to look at my freaking eyes, measure me, and I take the vision test because I had LASIK surgery years ago. And every time they say "Yes, we'll fix all that." Then my new license comes, with all the old information still on it, and still with Restriction A for corrective lenses.
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