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syncope at 02:26pm on 29/11/2007
syncope at 02:26pm on 29/11/2007The latest news on my driver's license debacle.
Backstory: my dl expired.
I suppose when this is all over I will look back and decide being honest with my family was where I went wrong with this. My mom and aunt convinced me that I should just go here and get a new dl, because “it would be easier.” Why, why did I listen?
Today, my aunt was going to take in her car that her granddaughter is now driving (but she still pays for and pays the insurance on and so forth, this car is a Cadillac, incidentally) because the headlight was out, and OH BY THE WAY the driver's license bureau was “right by there.” We both get up early to do this. I am a miscreant and don't ever get up early, she's got lupus and never does either, so we were equally suffering to go out before noon. At least we understand each other.
We get to the Cadillac dealership and we are tortured by Price is Right on the plasma tv in there and we gossip a while, because we are crones, and we make fun of my mom's car shopping. Ok, so far, no big. BUT WAIT! The headlight issue wasn't getting a bulb replaced, it was actually the entire “housing” for the light, and that'll be 500 dollars plus, please, ma'am. Oh, and they have to order all the parts.
Meanwhile, the reason Andrea (the granddaughter) is driving the Catera to begin with is that two weeks before my uncle shrugged off this mortal coil, they bought a BRAND NEW Cadillac and “sold” Andrea the old one (I'm not sure money was involved w/ this, but I thought it the better part of valor to not ask). Andrea swiftly WRECKED THE CAR the first week she had it by running over a boulder. In the school parking lot!
I'm fairly sure this headlight issue is related to the wrecking of the car, but what can you do, the insurance claim was already filed and so forth. The people at the dealership were very nice considering the purchasing of the second car and all.
But, score so far: no headlight.
Then my aunt was going to drag me to the yarn shop and forgot all about the DL thing in her enthusiasm to torture me and we got two towns over before she remembered and turned around. Lost: about a half hour.
We get to the DL bureau, and it turns out that you can just get a temp license immediately and get on the list to take the road test, no problem! Sounds good. Oh, but, no wait, I need my social security card. Which is in Nashville.
But, wait! The social security office is RIGHT DOWN THE STREET.
Thirty minutes later, we're in the waiting room of hell waiting for our number to be called. I think we were there three hours to get a print off of a paper that took 20 seconds to get. I would also like to point out getting this “proof” of social security status was exceedingly easy, which is in juxtaposition to the fact you can't have your cell phone on in the office and there are armed security officials roaming around. Apparently, the SS office is ground zero for terrorist attacks. Who knew?
Paper in hand, we go back to the DL bureau.
BUT WAIT, I have a hold from the DMV.
Oh, says the DMV, you actually have a ticket.
FROM TWO YEARS AGO.
I have to pay this ticket at the courthouse, get proof it's paid, go to the DMV, pay THEM fifteen dollars, and go BACK to the DL bureau to get my temporary license to get to even take the road test. I did inquire if I was going to be arrested, because even *I* am not stupid enough to show up at the courthouse and turn myself over like that. They just want my money, goddamned yankees!
I should have stayed in Canada, seriously.
We get back home and Andrea has a shit fit about not being able to drive her car at night and therefore participate in some school activity. All her friends have cars, but it's the end of the world she can't drive herself. TEENAGERS, GOOD GOD! I ditched them and ran away. My aunt called me a coward, but I have another battle to fight—telling my mom about the ticket. This is not going to be a good evening.
Here's some MCR I zipped for J's stupid head that was useless because she's on a MAC, whatevers. random shit that I happen to have on my computer
(And four files individually, because I'm a sucker for her, apparently:
Kill All Your Friends
I never told you what I do for a living
Bury Me In Black
Helena
If you want to link me to more in the comments, please do.)
And here's this I uploaded for Katie: Grenade Jumper (The Hey Chris song.)
Oh, and I forgot about the part where my aunt decides to get Sonic to reward us for our shitty day and my malt had ice in it and was so yucky I spit it in my napkin, I got a new one, and it was ALSO all fucked up. I ended up with nothing because I was so annoyed I fucked myself over out of vengeance.
Backstory: my dl expired.
I suppose when this is all over I will look back and decide being honest with my family was where I went wrong with this. My mom and aunt convinced me that I should just go here and get a new dl, because “it would be easier.” Why, why did I listen?
Today, my aunt was going to take in her car that her granddaughter is now driving (but she still pays for and pays the insurance on and so forth, this car is a Cadillac, incidentally) because the headlight was out, and OH BY THE WAY the driver's license bureau was “right by there.” We both get up early to do this. I am a miscreant and don't ever get up early, she's got lupus and never does either, so we were equally suffering to go out before noon. At least we understand each other.
We get to the Cadillac dealership and we are tortured by Price is Right on the plasma tv in there and we gossip a while, because we are crones, and we make fun of my mom's car shopping. Ok, so far, no big. BUT WAIT! The headlight issue wasn't getting a bulb replaced, it was actually the entire “housing” for the light, and that'll be 500 dollars plus, please, ma'am. Oh, and they have to order all the parts.
Meanwhile, the reason Andrea (the granddaughter) is driving the Catera to begin with is that two weeks before my uncle shrugged off this mortal coil, they bought a BRAND NEW Cadillac and “sold” Andrea the old one (I'm not sure money was involved w/ this, but I thought it the better part of valor to not ask). Andrea swiftly WRECKED THE CAR the first week she had it by running over a boulder. In the school parking lot!
I'm fairly sure this headlight issue is related to the wrecking of the car, but what can you do, the insurance claim was already filed and so forth. The people at the dealership were very nice considering the purchasing of the second car and all.
But, score so far: no headlight.
Then my aunt was going to drag me to the yarn shop and forgot all about the DL thing in her enthusiasm to torture me and we got two towns over before she remembered and turned around. Lost: about a half hour.
We get to the DL bureau, and it turns out that you can just get a temp license immediately and get on the list to take the road test, no problem! Sounds good. Oh, but, no wait, I need my social security card. Which is in Nashville.
But, wait! The social security office is RIGHT DOWN THE STREET.
Thirty minutes later, we're in the waiting room of hell waiting for our number to be called. I think we were there three hours to get a print off of a paper that took 20 seconds to get. I would also like to point out getting this “proof” of social security status was exceedingly easy, which is in juxtaposition to the fact you can't have your cell phone on in the office and there are armed security officials roaming around. Apparently, the SS office is ground zero for terrorist attacks. Who knew?
Paper in hand, we go back to the DL bureau.
BUT WAIT, I have a hold from the DMV.
Oh, says the DMV, you actually have a ticket.
FROM TWO YEARS AGO.
I have to pay this ticket at the courthouse, get proof it's paid, go to the DMV, pay THEM fifteen dollars, and go BACK to the DL bureau to get my temporary license to get to even take the road test. I did inquire if I was going to be arrested, because even *I* am not stupid enough to show up at the courthouse and turn myself over like that. They just want my money, goddamned yankees!
I should have stayed in Canada, seriously.
We get back home and Andrea has a shit fit about not being able to drive her car at night and therefore participate in some school activity. All her friends have cars, but it's the end of the world she can't drive herself. TEENAGERS, GOOD GOD! I ditched them and ran away. My aunt called me a coward, but I have another battle to fight—telling my mom about the ticket. This is not going to be a good evening.
Here's some MCR I zipped for J's stupid head that was useless because she's on a MAC, whatevers. random shit that I happen to have on my computer
(And four files individually, because I'm a sucker for her, apparently:
Kill All Your Friends
I never told you what I do for a living
Bury Me In Black
Helena
If you want to link me to more in the comments, please do.)
And here's this I uploaded for Katie: Grenade Jumper (The Hey Chris song.)
Oh, and I forgot about the part where my aunt decides to get Sonic to reward us for our shitty day and my malt had ice in it and was so yucky I spit it in my napkin, I got a new one, and it was ALSO all fucked up. I ended up with nothing because I was so annoyed I fucked myself over out of vengeance.
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