OK, so let me tell you about my morning… I am usually on top of anything scheduled. I put it in the calendar a year in advance and set reminders to make sure I take care of it in time. In the midst of buying my house this year, somehow I missed my auto registration renewal. I didn’t realize this until yesterday when Kim Williams pointed it out… My tags are now four months out of date. Oops.
So I get up this morning and am out the door on the way to the revenue office at 7:00am to get this crap over with before the work day starts. I’m peacefully driving down College, enjoying the hot sticky morning air, and what happens? Blue lights. I made it FOUR MONTHS and get pulled over on the way to the revenue office. I pull over. The cop comes to the car – she was very nice. “Sweetie, did you know your tags are expired?”
“No ma’am, not until yesterday. I moved and never got the notification, but I still should have caught it. I’m on my way to the revenue office right now to fix it.”
“Oh, I believe you! That’s no problem – I’m a nice cop. I just need to see your license, registration, and proof of insurance.”
“Alright, no problem.” Having already prepped them to try to get the revenue office before the masses in spite of the traffic stop, I had them to her immediately.
“You know your insurance is expired, too, right?”
“Uh… no it’s not. I just paid it.”
“This one expired 06/01/11.”
“Well, I can look it up on my phone and show you…”
“Alright, that’s fine! I’m just going to go run this stuff real quick and make sure I don’t need to arrest you.”
…wait, what? Arrest me?
She comes back, hands me a warning and tells me to have a nice day. Then it’s off to the morgue. Wait, revenue office.
I get there and luckily there are only 3 people in line. We are all staring at the employees as nobody is being helped – they are talking about remodel plans for their break room. It’s the small things in life… After listening to the debate of serene green, light lime, and other ridiculous green colors, I clear my throat. They all snap back to their blissful reality and start helping us.
It turns out my vehicle wasn’t assessed this year. Seriously. It just keeps going. So I sit down and wait until 8:00am, when I can call the tax assessor’s office and have them fax it over. They do so, I pay my $17.50 and tons of heartache to get this all done… and it’s off to the office.
How was your morning?