Sinfix_15
12-10-2012, 10:18 AM
than go to the DMV......
So i get up bright and early today to go register a vehicle. I arrive at the DMV right as its opening. I walk inside luckily to find an empty line. I walk up to the "wait here" sign and stand there patiently waiting for one of the 5 clerks to assist me. While standing here this fat fucking hillbilly whore redneck piece of shit throws her hands up towards the other clerks and says "it's not even 8:30 yet.... its not even 8:30.... its not even 8:30"............. the actual time at that moment was 8:28. So one of the other tellers assists me. I walk up, hand them my title, insurance and BOS. They give it a look over and tell me that the seller cant initial their middle name on their signature. This person had a really long weird name that took up the entire space even with the middle initialed. So i politely ask the teller what i should do and she directs me to have the person sign their middle name on the side of it beside her signature.
So i walk out to my car and the seller magically appears before me to sign her middle name on the title. I go eat breakfast and come back. I walk back in about 45 minutes later and go through the same routine. This time i hand the newly signed title to the clerk, she looks it over and tells me i have to have an affidavit of correction and get it notarized. Pretty fuckin sweet since the title has the two signatures of a married couple on it and 1 is in hawaii and the other is deployed overseas.
I'm now convinced their actually is a god and he hates me. I recently made a vow to be a more positive person and work on my anger/negativity. Well, throw that shit out the window. I hope that fat whore from the DMV chokes to death on a KFC chicken bone.
So i get up bright and early today to go register a vehicle. I arrive at the DMV right as its opening. I walk inside luckily to find an empty line. I walk up to the "wait here" sign and stand there patiently waiting for one of the 5 clerks to assist me. While standing here this fat fucking hillbilly whore redneck piece of shit throws her hands up towards the other clerks and says "it's not even 8:30 yet.... its not even 8:30.... its not even 8:30"............. the actual time at that moment was 8:28. So one of the other tellers assists me. I walk up, hand them my title, insurance and BOS. They give it a look over and tell me that the seller cant initial their middle name on their signature. This person had a really long weird name that took up the entire space even with the middle initialed. So i politely ask the teller what i should do and she directs me to have the person sign their middle name on the side of it beside her signature.
So i walk out to my car and the seller magically appears before me to sign her middle name on the title. I go eat breakfast and come back. I walk back in about 45 minutes later and go through the same routine. This time i hand the newly signed title to the clerk, she looks it over and tells me i have to have an affidavit of correction and get it notarized. Pretty fuckin sweet since the title has the two signatures of a married couple on it and 1 is in hawaii and the other is deployed overseas.
I'm now convinced their actually is a god and he hates me. I recently made a vow to be a more positive person and work on my anger/negativity. Well, throw that shit out the window. I hope that fat whore from the DMV chokes to death on a KFC chicken bone.