Wednesday, January 20, 2010

S is for Chick*

Today I went to the DMV to secure my spot among the mighty fine league of Utah drivers.  When I first moved here I thought my Idaho plates gave me an excuse for being such a poor driver.  Then I realized it gave Utah an excuse to resent me even more.  Plus it was bad PR for Idaho.  And I felt bad about that.  I encountered my first problem with the bearded woman at the desk after asking for new plates.

Do you have a title?
-What's that.
Ok... do you have registration?
-Is this it?
That's an advertisment
-Is this it?
That's a police warning... Do you have a full name?
-Margaret Augusta Franz entry... Would you like Centennial or Life Elevated plates?
-Life elevated please! Never skied a day in my life.

I think it was the Augusta that got her in the end.  Here's to hoping that Utah fellowship brings me better luck and more love on the road.

* Title of the blog comes from my friend Chris Jones who said this the first time he saw my Toyota S.


Rebekah said...

I feel ya. Whenever I've been pulled over, i just hand the police officer the entire packet and let him fish out the registration for himself. it's hidden in there somewhere with the operations manual, my insurance, and i some coupons for spoon me. i haven't had a ticket in years that didn't come from a camera on the freeway so i'd say my strategy is foolproof

Mary Jo said...

Wierd how you didn't get a persobalized pate again....ya, like that was ever cool...Franz06?

Sam and Livi said...

Augusta is such a pretty middle name. I love your clever musings.