Got to love
IMAO-inspired headlines.
Yesterday, hundreds of bloggers told you about
how to help out the GOP Senatorial Committee, so I won't repeat myself unnecessarily. If you're one of those people who doesn't like to read and instead copy in their credit card number, please
go here. It's a worthy cause, conservatism is.
Now I will give you: an Anecdote From The Masses, so entitled because I, your humble blogger, am among a mass of bloggers, and this is an anecdote about the government bureaucracy sucking your money out of your wallet faster than a million-dollar jet engine sucks air.
We've all had bad experiences at the DMV, and this is one of them.
Mine involves a 90-day temporary license, a lack of organization at the Stafford County Courthouse and the government's intrinsic desire to levy any fees possible on any human in their jurisdiction.
I got my 90-day on Oct. 30, after giving up on public Driver's Ed. and paying extra money to have my education done privately. Soon thereafter I received a short postcard from the Courthouse telling me that my court date for getting my license was to be Jan. 14.
But on Jan. 10, I got another postcard, informing me the court was closed then and changing my date to Jan. 28. I can deal with that, I thought--but that's cutting it awfully close with the expiration date on my temporary license.
The Courthouse actually realized sooner than I did that Jan. 28 was an exam day, so they moved the date again to Mar. 4.
All this is cool so far. I can understand when things come up and you have to shuffle things around.
The problem here came when I went to renew my temporary license, not wishing to be caught on the road as a white, male, licenseless teenager.
I had my three postcards, my permit and my license (set to expire that day) in hand. After filling out the standard, useless form and waiting for the customary hour or so, I heard my name called and proceeded to Desk 7.
There, the clerk informed to wait further while she went to ask someone what she was supposed to do with me. She looked me up, filled out another 90-day temporary license, and then ruined my day.
It seems that such trivial things like getting an ever-expiring license renewed is worth ten dollars to the county.
Now, had I been at fault for any reason whatsoever, or if I were simply getting my normal license renewed, this would not have been a problem.
After all, it does cost money for VDOT to fulfill the government's role everything related to getting people from one place to another. Yet when it is the Stafford County Courthouse that delays the issuance of my normal license beyond my 90-day's expiration date, I don't think I should have to pay.
Reason leads me to believe that there is no policy for my specific situation, especially since the clerk hardly glanced at my three postcards and hurried off to ask someone what to do. Furthermore, my older sister twice had to do the same thing for various reasons, and she was asked to pay once, but not the other time.
But just like businesses, the government is looking for every opportunity to reel in some of your hard-earned cash.
My advice: Whenever possible, make sure the clerk at the desk knows that your problem is their fault, not yours.