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Jun. 9th, 2007 12:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nockergeekSomeone stole my car's license renewal stickers today.
This afternoon, I had to drive out to Kansas for a meeting with a client. After arriving at the client's building, I stepped out to wait for my co-worker (who was driving in separately) in the parking lot. I took a brief stroll around my car, and I noticed that the front license plate was all twisted up in the lower right-hand corner. Not just bent a little, oh no, but damn near perpendicular to the bumper. I didn't think that I'd scraped the plate on anything, so I kneeled down and started bending the plate back into shape. That was when I noticed that my 2008 renewal sticker had been torn off of the plate. Apparently, whoever wanted it wanted it badly enough to bend the plate (and the plate frame) while pulling it off. I went around to the rear plate (on the trunk cover), and sure enough, that sticker was gone as well.
There's only one word to describe my thoughts at the time - "Motherfucker!"
Some time between when I got to work this morning and when I left for the meeting, some low-life shitheel decided to nab my stickers rather than get their own legally. To get them replaced, I had to report the theft to the police and get a report, and then take that to the DMV to get the replacements. Better yet, the crime happened in Kansas City, Missouri, so that's where I had to report it, and I was over on the Kansas side of things. After the meeting, my co-worker gave me directions to the nearest KCPD police station, and off I went.
On a side note, directions that are based on the positions of other streets relative to the one you're looking for are damned useless when you don't understand how those points of reference interact. I found the right exit/intersection... and then proceeded to go in the wrong cardinal direction three times. I think I spent thirty to forty-five minutes looking around for the station. One upshot of this, though, is that I've gained a better understanding of how (parts of) Kansas City is layed out, as I ended up crossing past at least two or three very familiar locations from when I was growing up.
Once I actually got to the station, filing the report was pretty painless. I described what happened, gave them information about the car, showed my license and registration, and within ten minutes, I had my official report request and was on my way to the Lee's Summit DMV. The final step - procuring the replacement tags - was the least painful of all. The DMV wait was blessedly short, and the actual replacement was easy. I handed over my old registration and the report form, signed a registry book and a quick receipt, and one check for $3.50 later, I had my new tags, which I promptly placed on my car. This time, I remembered to score them with a knife - something that I normally always do, and forgot to do this year - and now I should be good to go. The front license frame needs replacing, though, as it's all bent to hell. but that can wait. One thing at a time.
Downside of all of this - I was planning on getting home early today thanks to the meeting getting out just late enough that driving back to work would be pointless. I even had a direct route home picked that would bypass all of the major traffic and construction. Best laid plans, eh?
This afternoon, I had to drive out to Kansas for a meeting with a client. After arriving at the client's building, I stepped out to wait for my co-worker (who was driving in separately) in the parking lot. I took a brief stroll around my car, and I noticed that the front license plate was all twisted up in the lower right-hand corner. Not just bent a little, oh no, but damn near perpendicular to the bumper. I didn't think that I'd scraped the plate on anything, so I kneeled down and started bending the plate back into shape. That was when I noticed that my 2008 renewal sticker had been torn off of the plate. Apparently, whoever wanted it wanted it badly enough to bend the plate (and the plate frame) while pulling it off. I went around to the rear plate (on the trunk cover), and sure enough, that sticker was gone as well.
There's only one word to describe my thoughts at the time - "Motherfucker!"
Some time between when I got to work this morning and when I left for the meeting, some low-life shitheel decided to nab my stickers rather than get their own legally. To get them replaced, I had to report the theft to the police and get a report, and then take that to the DMV to get the replacements. Better yet, the crime happened in Kansas City, Missouri, so that's where I had to report it, and I was over on the Kansas side of things. After the meeting, my co-worker gave me directions to the nearest KCPD police station, and off I went.
On a side note, directions that are based on the positions of other streets relative to the one you're looking for are damned useless when you don't understand how those points of reference interact. I found the right exit/intersection... and then proceeded to go in the wrong cardinal direction three times. I think I spent thirty to forty-five minutes looking around for the station. One upshot of this, though, is that I've gained a better understanding of how (parts of) Kansas City is layed out, as I ended up crossing past at least two or three very familiar locations from when I was growing up.
Once I actually got to the station, filing the report was pretty painless. I described what happened, gave them information about the car, showed my license and registration, and within ten minutes, I had my official report request and was on my way to the Lee's Summit DMV. The final step - procuring the replacement tags - was the least painful of all. The DMV wait was blessedly short, and the actual replacement was easy. I handed over my old registration and the report form, signed a registry book and a quick receipt, and one check for $3.50 later, I had my new tags, which I promptly placed on my car. This time, I remembered to score them with a knife - something that I normally always do, and forgot to do this year - and now I should be good to go. The front license frame needs replacing, though, as it's all bent to hell. but that can wait. One thing at a time.
Downside of all of this - I was planning on getting home early today thanks to the meeting getting out just late enough that driving back to work would be pointless. I even had a direct route home picked that would bypass all of the major traffic and construction. Best laid plans, eh?
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on 2007-06-10 05:18 pm (UTC)