So here is the story. One of our motor vehicle offices is not far from Kim's office. So, when I dropped her off, I asked her if I could take an early break and go down and renew gthe registration on our Durango. Simple task, right? Wrong.
I went there, renewed..she confirmed the plate number and gav me my sticker and I left. I wondered why it was less money than I thought it would be (in this state we renew for two years) but did not think anything of it.
After I dropped Kim home at the end of the day, I went out to the Durango, intending to take off the old sticker and slap on the new. It was then I took a good look at the sticker...where if you are unfamiliar, gives the plate number, ViN number and description of the car (make, color). I realized that while the Durango's plate number were on the sticker and registration card.....the description was of our PT Cruiser!!!!
So, I went to the branch of the MV dept near Kims house...and was told sorry....you have to go back to the other one. :-5 And I had an hour to get there...meaning I had to pick up Rick at work, and we had to streak on out.
THIS is where it gets interesting. We get there, Rick waits in car, thinking I would just run in and be back out in a few minutes. Wrong again.
It seems thier system had EVERYTHING messed up. When we bought the PT Cruiser, we took a Dodge Caravan off the road..traded it in for the new car..and put caravan plates onto the PT. BUT, in the system...they traded the plates of the Durango for the Plates of the PT Cruiser.
HEre is the nutshell..we had the Cruiser with plate number ABC1234 and the Durango with plate number DEF5678. But according to the Motor Vehicle Dept, they were switched. So we ended up having to renew the registration on the Durango and the PT (both due anyway) and we had to come home and switch the plates between the vehicles..to reflect what the system has them as.
GAWD.
My visits to the Motor Vehicle Department
My visits to the Motor Vehicle Department
dont you love the government system......:-5
My visits to the Motor Vehicle Department
Bureaucracy at its finest! :rolleyes:
The poolhall's a great equalizer. In the poolhall, nobody cares how old you are, how young you are, what color your skin is or how much money you've got in your pocket... It's about how you move. I remember this kid once who could move around a pool table like nobody had ever seen. Hour after hour, rack after rack, his shots just went in. The cue was part of his arm and the balls had eyes. And the thing that made him so good was... He thought he could never miss. I know, 'cause that kid was me.