If you're keeping up with this ridiculous saga, it doesn't stop there.
I had a 9am meeting this morning, so I decided to make a special point to go in to the tag agency first thing. So I'm there as the door opens at 8:30am, and I have my trusty registration card, and believe or not I'm actually a little smug.
PUH-LEASE
Right about then the tag agency dude asks for my proof of insurance, and like a dumb... e, I hand him the insurance card for my VUE. Remember, kids, this whole thing has been about the truck in my driveway that I no longer use. Do you think I carry around the insurance card for a vehicle I haven't driven since 1999? Exactly.
So again I feel stupid having completely wasted some additional (or, I guess subtractional, as it were) time at the tag agency. How many times can I walk into that place and leave having accomplished NOTHING? Only time will tell. I'm sure this thing isn't over yet.
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