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Originally Posted by gmku
I have a little DMV story. So I'm registering my new car this morning for plates etc. This involves going to one building in one part of town to pick up a bill for the property taxes on the car in one office of the building and then walking down a hallway to another office where I pay the bill. That's step one (or 1a and 1b).
After I pay this property tax bill, they give me a receipt to take to the DMV building across town. There I need to show reams of paperwork, of course, not only the receipt but the title, my proof of insurance, a bill of sale, and such. I also have to fill out a new form that copies all the information on these other forms.
Okay, I get this far, wait my turn in line, get to my window, and the clerk questions my bill of sale. She thinks it's a copy and she needs an original. I think, "Aw fuck," and say thank you and leave, and as I get to the car it hits me--no, this IS an original bill of sale, it just looks like a copy because it's all in black ink on a black xeroxed form, but we, the seller and I, filled everything out on the form in black ink. I remember this distinctly now, but I call the seller and confirm this, then walk back in.
I explain what happened to the greeter at the door, and she takes a verrryyy careful look at this piece of paper. "Well, it's really hard to tell," she says. "Could be a copy, or could be an original." I tell her it's an original, look at the ink in my signature, she gives me a new number that puts me at the head of the line.
I get a new clerk this time who doesn't even bat an eye at the bill of sale.
What the fuck.
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