Today, I went for the third time to get the plates for my Yukon Denali. The first time I went I was told I had to take the test for my driver’s license, pass it, apply for the license, and get the plates at that time. I figured this was fine and went and took the test. What happened on that day is in the story about becoming “legal” in the state of
On the second Tuesday in October I took my proper paperwork to the community center in Two Harbors to show that my name had legally changed from Barnes to Thompson. I proved this by bringing in my marriage license. The guy in charge of the testing looked at it and exclaimed, “It doesn’t show here that you became “Thompson.” I was getting a bit perturbed with all of this and said to him “Now look, you asked me to bring in my marriage license, I have. If you will notice the date of the marriage license is September 15, 1977. We were married on September 24, 1977; you did not mention that you also needed the paper from the church; you said you wanted the MARRIAGE LICENSE and this is the MARRIAGE LICENSE. Besides, I also brought my passport which shows the name Thompson; can’t you use that instead of the birth certificate?” His reply was, “No, I saw the Birth Certificate first and I can’t now put down you used your passport as identification?” I looked at him and said, “No one will know that except you and me and I’m not going to tell anyone.” He looked at me and said he would except the marriage license and checked off all the appropriate boxes on the form, handed me my completed paperwork and told me to go to the DMV to get my license and plates.
I finally figured I had it all worked out now and happily headed over the DMV which is located in the back of the local bar. I get there and fill out another form, get my picture taken, pay the $21.50 for the license, and she punches a hole in my
I headed home and called my dealer and they gave me a number to call and told me that GMAC would know exactly what I needed. I was not hopeful but found, to my dismay that they indeed did know what I needed and would mail it out to me.
A week later, with the newly arrived Power of Attorney in hand I again headed to the DMV to get my plates. “Okay,” I said as I walked in the door, “Let’s try this again.” I handed all of the proper paperwork to her and she smiled and said, “This is just what we need, I just need to look up the value of your vehicle on the computer.” This confused me and I asked, “What for? I can assure you I have the proper insurance to cover the worth of the vehicle if I get in an accident.” She smiled at me and told me that the state bases their fees on the value of the vehicle. I felt my stomach drop into my shoes; the
She came back and started writing numbers on the form and then started the calculator and kept putting numbers in the calculator. Now I was sweating. She ripped off the calculated total and said, “That will be $530.75.” My reply was “Holy Shit!” I couldn’t believe it. I looked at her and said, “I paid $40.00 in