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The scene: One month before Robert deploys, leaving his car in my care.
Me: Hey, your registration is expired.
Him: Huh. I thought it was registered 'til next year.
Me: Might want to take care of that before you leave.
Over the course of the next month:
Me: Have you taken care of it yet?
Him: I called the Virginia DMV and they said it's still registered 'til next year.
Me: So where's the sticker?
Him: Oh, somewhere. I'll put it on before I leave.
The night he leaves:
Me: Still haven't taken care of that sticker, huh?
Him: Oh, it's in the glove box. You can fix it.
---
There is no registration related anything in the glove box. Over the course of the next few months, I receive several parking tickets for not having the up-to-date registration displayed. I tell Robert to send money because I refuse to pay for his mistake, and also to figure out where the sticker is or get the DMV to send me a new one. This does not happen. The car is towed. We've spent the last week in bureaucratic hell because I cannot reclaim the car without a zillion forms saying that the rightful owner has approved my picking it up. Also, he has to wire me money, because I'm hella broke and can't even dream of paying the impound fees. It's already been in there since the Thursday of Comic Con and we're still waiting for the correct registration to be mailed to me. Also, my bike was stolen. I am once again in mass transit hell. I'd forgotten or perhaps not even realized how much I really hated the San Diego mass transit and relying on the kindness of my friends for rides everywhere.
(All of my previous anger toward him aside, he is going to be very lucky if I speak to him ever again aside from handing him the keys when he gets back. I also may or may not be trying to devise a way to put the car in storage and mail him the keys.)
I am resolving to somehow have my own car by the time he gets back. I did some research. How the hell does anyone ever afford to own these god damned things? *headdesk* Ideally what I'd like to do is order a smart car and then get a beater to rely on for the next year, but I fear that the beater would end up costing me more than it's actually worth. But I don't want to commit to a reliable car if I'm planning to dump it in a year...
And it's suddenly really late and I should be asleep, but I really dun' wanna be...
Me: Hey, your registration is expired.
Him: Huh. I thought it was registered 'til next year.
Me: Might want to take care of that before you leave.
Over the course of the next month:
Me: Have you taken care of it yet?
Him: I called the Virginia DMV and they said it's still registered 'til next year.
Me: So where's the sticker?
Him: Oh, somewhere. I'll put it on before I leave.
The night he leaves:
Me: Still haven't taken care of that sticker, huh?
Him: Oh, it's in the glove box. You can fix it.
---
There is no registration related anything in the glove box. Over the course of the next few months, I receive several parking tickets for not having the up-to-date registration displayed. I tell Robert to send money because I refuse to pay for his mistake, and also to figure out where the sticker is or get the DMV to send me a new one. This does not happen. The car is towed. We've spent the last week in bureaucratic hell because I cannot reclaim the car without a zillion forms saying that the rightful owner has approved my picking it up. Also, he has to wire me money, because I'm hella broke and can't even dream of paying the impound fees. It's already been in there since the Thursday of Comic Con and we're still waiting for the correct registration to be mailed to me. Also, my bike was stolen. I am once again in mass transit hell. I'd forgotten or perhaps not even realized how much I really hated the San Diego mass transit and relying on the kindness of my friends for rides everywhere.
(All of my previous anger toward him aside, he is going to be very lucky if I speak to him ever again aside from handing him the keys when he gets back. I also may or may not be trying to devise a way to put the car in storage and mail him the keys.)
I am resolving to somehow have my own car by the time he gets back. I did some research. How the hell does anyone ever afford to own these god damned things? *headdesk* Ideally what I'd like to do is order a smart car and then get a beater to rely on for the next year, but I fear that the beater would end up costing me more than it's actually worth. But I don't want to commit to a reliable car if I'm planning to dump it in a year...
And it's suddenly really late and I should be asleep, but I really dun' wanna be...
