This morning, I knew I had to register the car in Minnesota or suffer the consequences; my tags are up on 9/1. So I went online to check what I needed and where to go and went there.
Of course I got lost. The internet didn’t tell me the DMV was located on the second floor of a huge Sears building, so I drove right past. I figured there’d be a sign, ya know: DMV HERE with big-ass arrows pointing to it.
In the heart of downtown, gawking at the great architecture and sculptures, I parked and started walking, soon realizing I was lost. I accosted two pretty girls and asked for directions. They were happy to help me.
After another aborted attempt, I finally got on the right street and, because I was looking for it, finally saw a tiny sign beside the road that announced the DMV was in the Sears building on the second floor.
I parked, went up, took a number, and lucked out; they blew through the five numbers ahead of me and it was my turn. I left ten minutes later and $150 poorer.
So let’s add this month’s expenses up, not counting gas and food and car payment and utilities, shall we?
$150 for car registration
$420 for new glasses because the old ones broke.
$560 for car insurance in my new state.
If anyone still wonders why I canceled my trip south, wonder no more! Now excuse me while I google plasma centers and found out how much they’ll pay me for my blood.