My new apartment management company (at least the 3d since I have been here for six years) decided they needed to issue new parking passes. This was because, in this advanced computerized day and age, the new company couldn’t import the previous company’s records into their database. And in this advanced age they only issue the permits that you have to hang from your mirror. This is an impediment to my site picture as far as I am concerned. It is even worse on my motorcycle because I really have no secure place to hang it and riding with it hanging from my rear view mirror is just not an option.
Anyhow, to get the permit, I had to provide a copy of my vehicle registration. Well I re-register as required every two years but I don’t know what the hell I do with the registration cards. Oddly, I found the one for my car in my glove compartment but the one for my motorcycle was nowhere to be found. So I thought, “Cool, I have one of the registration cards.”
Well, I left that one in my car and down the line cleaned out my car and added whatever paper products to my recycling and took that to the recycling center. Next thing you know I couldn’t find my car registration. Crunch time…I had to get the stickers by 9/1. So, on the last day of the month, bad time to be at the DMV, I drop in at 1400 or so. Thankfully the line was moving well. I got a bit freaked out when the woman who was setting us up w/ paperwork and such gave me some forms that asked for information I did not have with me. All I wanted to get was reprints of my vehicle registration cards…. So I filled out as much of the paperwork as I could and waited for my number.
When my number came up, I went up to the counter and was pleasantly surprised to find that my request, after I explained what it was, was easily and quickly fulfilled. I paid 2$ each for the reprints and marched right out of that place.
It was not much later that afternoon when I got myself ensconced in a chair in the rental office to get my vehicle parking permits. I handed my paperwork over to the clerk who was inputting my vehicle information when she stopped to ask me if I could have the same license plate for both my car and motorcycle. I said, “No, of course not” and looked at the printouts of the registration only to find that the DMV clerk printed out two copies of my car registration and none of my motorcycle registration. The rental management company, thankfully, and aware of the folly of trying to hang vehicle parking permits from motorcycles, has said that they will not be towing motorcycles.
So where is the fist up the ass? I don’t know but I hope it isn’t near me. I just want to say that the whole process felt like getting one. And then this evening when emptying my grocery bag, the environmentally considerate one, I found my car registration car. Fistulator, eh?