i swear i'll get to sxsw soon, but i just had to bitch about this.
so last week, i renewed my vehicle registration online because i hadn't received a renewal notice in the mail. fast-forward to today, and i get home from work, check my mail, and find a long envelope with my new registration sticker and two new license plates for my car, complete with a new license plate number.
what i want to fucking know is why i got new plates with a new number. it's confusing me. so now i have to spend some time tomorrow calling the fucking office of the fucking tax assessor-collector to find out why the fuck they felt the need to assignment my car a new plate number.
i'm sure there's a logical fucking reason, but i just want to fucking now why. it especially pisses me off because, after having had my car for seven years, i had finally committed my plate number to memory. now i have to start from fucking scratch.
gah!
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Fucking bullshit. I'll drink about it...now.
join the club. although i can't say i originally started drinking because of the plates, they are now the reason. ha.
This happened to us too, just this month, although with the new plate, Josh's license number now starts with "FRK," which I think is kind of awesome.
[this is kristy whose husband used to work at the council and with whom you share many mutual friends but who you might not actually know, although I think we met once. I'm very tall, if that helps you pick me out.]
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