Wish I could spend the day doing what Bella is doing.
I spent almost the entire day yesterday at a court house annex attempting to renew auto tags. I had, as always, sent my check off in the mail to have them renewed. But I got my check back with a letter telling me I needed to send a copy of my deceased husband's driver's license. When I called to explain that I could not do such a ridiculous thing, I was then told that I would have to come in and have his name removed from the title of my car (both our names were on it). Couldn't do that by mail; had to come in. So I did.
When I arrived yesterday morning, there were approximately 100 people ahead of me, being served by three cashiers. A quick estimate told me that each person was requiring an average of 10-15 minutes at the cashier's window.
We were, thank God, given seating for the first half of the wait. Well, that wasn't all good. I was seated next to a man whose breath smelled like a dead animal. Thank goodness, it was only noticeable when he spoke. Unfortunately, he spoke A LOT! And I couldn't change seats without risking losing my place in line.
When I finally got to the cashier's window, she had only just begun to serve me when her supervisor or somebody came up to her and told her she had forgot to do an auto inspection. So she had to leave me hanging and go and do her inspection. When she returned, I had all kinds of questions to answer and forms to fill out and sign, etc., etc., etc. When I got away from there, instead of doing the other errands I had on my list, I came immediately home and lay down.
The hassle continues today. I have appointments with gynecologist and mammogram lab at midday. My body is so achy and sore, especially my back and legs, that I don't know how my annual physical exam is going to go. If you're a lady reading this, you know that some amount of contortion is required to get into position for these exams. I just keep telling myself, this time tomorrow it will be but a memory. It's what form that memory is going to take that really bugs me now.
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On 04/10/2013, Jo said ...
Sheesh, thats awful! I only had to bring a dewth certificate and it took no time at all. I'm so sorry! Get some rest.
On 04/10/2013, Joanne said ...
I understand, and empathize.
On 04/10/2013, Sue, the Florida Farm Girl said ...
In the name of "security" we all have to do those stupid things for licenses and titles nowadays. Whoever heard of having to have your marriage license to renew your license??? Sorry you're having a rough few days.
On 04/10/2013, Kerrie said ...
I remember having to do all that after Bill died, Everytime I went to the courthouse in another city, I cried all the way home. Seems like it should be a lot simpler. :(
On 04/10/2013, Barbara Anne said ...
Bless your heart and other achy parts! I'd have thought the death certificate would be all that was needed, too. Methinks the person who told you to bring Vann's driver's license misspoke or you need to raise Cain with the powers that be who make bereaved folks find a driver's license after years have passed. Ridiculous! How is a driver's license proof anyway? Geeze Louise!
Hope by now you're home again and are curled up next to Bella following her good example.
Be good to you, circle the wagons, and tuck in for as long as needed. Hope you have leftovers for dinner or call out for delivery.
Big hugs!
On 04/10/2013, Sheryl Colle said ...
So sorry for the hassle they put you through. There is just something about going to those license places that sends dread all through my body. I always take a book, because I know it is going to be a long wait. I did notice the last time I went to get mine in Shelby county, though, the lady I got was just really friendly. That was so unusual, however, because they usually take their sweet time, and hardly give you the time of day. Wonder if they are trying to improve their image? Apparently not where you go. :(
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