(You know, you don't have to agree so readily..geez.)
July is car tag month for our family. Unfortunately, when we got the new car registered and had the tag transferred, we did it at an awkward time that didn't allow the DMV records to have time to be updated to show we no longer owned the convertible before the bill was sent out. When we got our tag payment paperwork in the mail, it still showed that we were responsible for the Seabring, and not the Jetta. Lovely. Because of this problem, we couldn't just pay online like we always did. Steve informed me that I'd need to go to the DMV satellite office (which is luckily at the mall near our house) and try and fix the issue.
I didn't wanna go!! It was going to be the last day of the month, which meant that everyone who'd been slacking off would be there! I'd be there foreverrrrrrrrrr! But, as I am an adult and have responsibilities, I (begrudgingly) hauled my cookies down to the office and stood in the very long line of people this morning.
Actually, it wasn't that bad. I was only in line for about 10 minutes, and even with the mistake on the payment form, the lady who helped me had me in and out in no time! Go me! As I was leaving, I decided that I was going to put the sticker on my car right away and not risk losing it before I could get home and put it on the tag. So I knelt down and very firmly applied the sticker to the license plate, quite pleased with how well I'd covered the old one. As I was just about to stand up, my eye fell on the back of the car. I noticed that it didn't say "Jetta" like I expected it would. It said "Focus." Well, that was weird. My car isn't a Focus! So, yeah, I'd just applied my tag sticker to the wrong car.
To be fair, it was the same color and general shape of my car AND it was parked in the spot I'd originally pulled into (I pulled forward into the empty space in front of that one at the last minute) so it was directly behind my car. It was a mistake anyone could have made....right? Heh.
So I had to pull the sticker off of that car, tearing a chunk off of the other car's sticker in the process, and run to my car and slap it on and then jump in and drive away. That parking lot has CC cameras all over the place, so I know that there is video of me doing something that looks shady. I was so embarrassed.
So to the person who owns the dark red Ford Focus, I'm sorry I ripped your tag sticker, and I'm sorry I look like I was trying to break into your trunk. I was just trying to hastily cover up the fact that I still don't know what my car looks like out in the wild.