When we last left off, I had rushed to the bank, through the Quincy Center Street Fair, to get cash for the RMV. I made it back and then...
Hop to front of line, thanks to my “return pass.” This is a nice innovation.
My serve: All the previously processed paperwork.
New RMV worker’s serve (I guess we’re playing mixed doubles): The staggering $170 total.
My return: A blip overhand to end the match with the cash turned over.
I have my new plates and my new registration.
IV. Chapter 4
FINAL: 5-1, no more POETREE (my personalized license plate in Maine) but a MA license plate with generic numbers. Poo but at least it’s done. I survived.
They should give out stickers, like when you vote; I survived a trip to the RMV today.
Stay tuned for the final installment, the epilogue. I lovely little tale about the mere 3 degrees that separate folks in the South Shore of Massachusetts.
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