Yep. It was pitiful.
Plus, it didn’t even work.
I was pitiful and unproductive.
Backstory, about a month ago, I was minding my own business, doing my pitiful Christmas shopping, when I got pulled over by a traffic cop. I died 2000 deaths inside. Because my car insurance is already high enough for backing into a pole after I got the call that the water heater exploded and flooded the house for the 2nd time last year.
My car tags were expired.
What? Car tags? They expire?
So, I always say around here how Stanley didn’t do anything in our marriage. Well, he did one thing. He did our car tags. Because I haven’t thought about such a thing since 1997. Last year I traded the Pilot for an Accord right before the car tags were due to expire and I didn’t have to do it apparently so this is the first year since my divorce that this came up.
So, I was riding around, minding my own business, with expired tags.
I went into panic mode sitting while he ran my license. Seriously, I can’t afford for my car insurance to go up even $1. They make you feel like a criminal if you get a ticket, those car insurance people are
mean.as.shit.
If you do that for a living, I’m sorry, be nice.
Dude comes back and explains about my tags.
“I’m sorry Ma’am”
Me, “I got divorced last year and he always did this and I had no idea.”
Him, “They send a notice in the mail.”
Me, “I didn’t get a notice, is it from Honda?”
Him, “No, Ma’am, its from the State.”
Me, “I’m sorry I’m crying, divorce is so hard.”
Him, “Yes, it is Ma’am. Yes it is.”
Fuckery.
Ticket in hand, I head off the next morning to the County Clerk’s Office to may my $130 (which I didn’t have) to get my car tags legal again.
Yesterday, I had to go to the Court House.
It didn’t start well. It was pouring icy rain and right before I went through the metal detector the cop told me I wasn’t allowed to bring my umbrella or my cell phone and to take phone back to the car.
“In that?”
Yes. Apparently so.
I felt rebellious so hid it outside when the crackheads and murderers were looking the other way.
I got back in line and waited, waited, waited, to get to the window to pay my ticket. The cop had told me they could reduce the fine to $40 and no points would go on my record if I did everything I was supposed to do, follow his instructions to the letter, by January 9.
Wait, was I supposed to go on the 8th? Did that mean before January 9?
Me, “I got divorced last year and he always did this and I had no idea.”
(except she was a woman)
“Im so sorry. This is fine to be paid today, it won’t go on your driving record.”
Oh thank you Jesus.
Guess what I will never forget to do again? My car tags. I also realized that it’s hard to get too much pity with the divorce card. Too many people have one.
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