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BKSir -> RE: What has made your eyes roll today? (3/25/2009 3:12:41 PM)
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dealing with the d.m.v. in north dakota. Okay, lowdown in a nutshell... Mom died last July, been trying to get the car over into my name ever since (her estate wasn't probated). Finally, after 6 months, get ahold of someone whose head SEEMED to be not up their ass. I flat out ask them, "So, this form, right here, it's ALL I need to send in, right?", to which they reply "Yes." Apparently by "Yes.", they meant "No. You have to have that form, and the title, and the $5 processing fee, and the $57 license fee." However, not being psychic, I didn't know that. Soooooo, after what is now 8 months, I call up and ask, "Okay, what's going on? I sent in the right form, where is it? The tags expire on this thing in a week." It was then that I got told what all I ACTUALLY needed. 8 months of this run around and bullshit. Is it really THAT hard, when someone asks you "Is this ALL I need?", to tell them, "No, you need this and this and this also."? I mean, it's not like it's THAT hard to come up with the other stuff, but for shit sake, if I ask a question, I want the proper answer! I don't think I'm asking all that damned much, am I? Then again, it is North Dakota, and I think the average I.Q. there (after living there for a number of years and being around these 'people', and I use the term loosely) is right around... 6, on a good day. ARGH! KILL KILL KILL! At least I was able to get my other car into the shop. I love my mechanic, Jose. I don't know how much it's going to run to get it fixed, but, from his response, "Ohhh, si! Debbie's Frayng! Is no coss much.", I'm not worried. Fuel line (most likely) on an 89 audi 100 E. God I love that car. One of the few vehicles that I can say, "I don't care if the repair costs more than the car is worth, I want it fixed." about. Anyway, going shopping now, end rant...
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