When you get to the RMV window, it’s like a tennis game: I have all my paperwork, so I’m like a pimped out Williams sister with fashion forward skirt-dress thingy and titanium alloy racquet or whatever it is they use.
My serve: a State Tax Exemption (MSV-29) form since I paid excise in Maine, completed and signed.
His return: Car was purchased in MA. The form is no good. You have to go to the dealer to get proof of purchase on their letterhead. He’s about to dismiss me but
MY return: a fierce backhand with BAM! the bill of purchase
1-0
My serve: The Maine title. It’s good.
2-0
My serve: The registration, complete with proof of insurance, filled out in its entirety at the insurance company. Except I forgot to write in the mileage but remembered right before I went up to the window and wrote something feasible in. Ha ha.
3-0
My serve: The old Maine registration. It’s good, again.
He has the new potential plate out, he’s filling out numbers and other paperwork, I’m almost there.
4-0
My serve: I pull out the debit card.
His return: Cash or check only.
I look around to see if it’s 2006 or 1986. It’s definitively 2006, but the RMV hasn’t stepped up to the debit card plate (oh crap I just mixed my metaphors).
4-1
His serve: There’s a Bank of America down the street
My return: I’ll be right back
His return: I’ll give you a slip to slip to the front. (Foul out, serve to me.)
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