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You won't believe this story!
I'll try to give the condensed version:
I leased a vehicle four years ago, and at the end of the three year lease, I purchased the car and gave it to my 16 year old son. I knew I should be getting a registration renewal in October, but it never came. I finally got around to going to a sub station (in San Antonio), and they told me they couldn't sell me a registration sticker because they show the car was sold last year. I explained about buying the car from the leasing company, and they told me that I needed to go to the Motor Vehicle Dept in order to straightened out the title issues (I had the title in my hand).
So, I went to MVD, waited in line 30 minutes and finally had the opportunity to explain my story. The clerk gave me a form, told me to fill it out, sign it and take it to the Tax Assessor-Collector downtown for the registration. Apparently the registration sub station had gotten it wrong. So just to make sure, I asked her if I completed the form and signed it that I could get the registration sticker. She smiled and assured me that would do the trick.
Rather than going downtown, I went to one of their sub-stations. I waited in line about 30 minutes. When my turn came, I handed in the form with my license, insurance, title and sales contract from the leasing company. The clerk explained that the seller (the leasing company) had to sign the form (even though the smiling clerk at MVD said no one but me needed to sign). I asked if I needed anything else. She said she would check with her supervisor. She did, and I was told that's all I needed to do. So, I drove out to the leasing company (about a 40 minute drive), got the signature, drove back and waited in line. The first woman I spoke to was on break (surprise, surprise), so I got another lady (after a 20 minute wait). She said "hmmm", and I knew I was in trouble. She asked if I was now the owner, and I said yes. She asked if the seller's signature was the person on the form, and I said yes. Then she said "the seller has to request the title transfer before you can get the registration". I admit that I may not have been especially patient at this point, so she said she would go talk to her supervisor (the same supervisor that had told the other clerk that I needed only the signature on their form in order to transfer the title to my name.
So, out comes the supervisor. She was a black woman about 6'2", and asked what was the problem. I explained the sordid details, and that I was getting the run around, reminded her that she was a public servant and I am the public (a fact I thought she might have forgotten). She ripped the various documents out of my hand, and started waving them in the air yelling at me. I ripped them back and stuffed them in my pocket. She starts coming around her station, and I stuffed the documents down my pants.
Things got interesting at this point. She said to give her the documents. I told her I had lost them. She started yelling again and reached into my pocket. When she didn't find them, she started yelling again and demanded the documents. I said I lost them. One of the other clerks whispered in her ear, and she said, "i just bet you lost em". With that, she grabbed me by the front of my pants, stuck her hand down my pants (no kidding), felt my "johnson", looked at me and said "I know I'm looking' at a white man, but I'd swear you was a niggah (she said that, not me), let go of my johnson, grabbed the papers (and quite a few public hairs), and waved them in the air (I saw the pubic hair drifting toward the floor). With that, I ripped the papers out of her hand, and headed for the door.
By this point, we had attracted quite a crowd--maybe 30-35 people. As I marched out, they began to applaud. So I raised my hands above my head, and they began to cheer. I didn't look back.
I'll try to give the condensed version:
I leased a vehicle four years ago, and at the end of the three year lease, I purchased the car and gave it to my 16 year old son. I knew I should be getting a registration renewal in October, but it never came. I finally got around to going to a sub station (in San Antonio), and they told me they couldn't sell me a registration sticker because they show the car was sold last year. I explained about buying the car from the leasing company, and they told me that I needed to go to the Motor Vehicle Dept in order to straightened out the title issues (I had the title in my hand).
So, I went to MVD, waited in line 30 minutes and finally had the opportunity to explain my story. The clerk gave me a form, told me to fill it out, sign it and take it to the Tax Assessor-Collector downtown for the registration. Apparently the registration sub station had gotten it wrong. So just to make sure, I asked her if I completed the form and signed it that I could get the registration sticker. She smiled and assured me that would do the trick.
Rather than going downtown, I went to one of their sub-stations. I waited in line about 30 minutes. When my turn came, I handed in the form with my license, insurance, title and sales contract from the leasing company. The clerk explained that the seller (the leasing company) had to sign the form (even though the smiling clerk at MVD said no one but me needed to sign). I asked if I needed anything else. She said she would check with her supervisor. She did, and I was told that's all I needed to do. So, I drove out to the leasing company (about a 40 minute drive), got the signature, drove back and waited in line. The first woman I spoke to was on break (surprise, surprise), so I got another lady (after a 20 minute wait). She said "hmmm", and I knew I was in trouble. She asked if I was now the owner, and I said yes. She asked if the seller's signature was the person on the form, and I said yes. Then she said "the seller has to request the title transfer before you can get the registration". I admit that I may not have been especially patient at this point, so she said she would go talk to her supervisor (the same supervisor that had told the other clerk that I needed only the signature on their form in order to transfer the title to my name.
So, out comes the supervisor. She was a black woman about 6'2", and asked what was the problem. I explained the sordid details, and that I was getting the run around, reminded her that she was a public servant and I am the public (a fact I thought she might have forgotten). She ripped the various documents out of my hand, and started waving them in the air yelling at me. I ripped them back and stuffed them in my pocket. She starts coming around her station, and I stuffed the documents down my pants.
Things got interesting at this point. She said to give her the documents. I told her I had lost them. She started yelling again and reached into my pocket. When she didn't find them, she started yelling again and demanded the documents. I said I lost them. One of the other clerks whispered in her ear, and she said, "i just bet you lost em". With that, she grabbed me by the front of my pants, stuck her hand down my pants (no kidding), felt my "johnson", looked at me and said "I know I'm looking' at a white man, but I'd swear you was a niggah (she said that, not me), let go of my johnson, grabbed the papers (and quite a few public hairs), and waved them in the air (I saw the pubic hair drifting toward the floor). With that, I ripped the papers out of her hand, and headed for the door.
By this point, we had attracted quite a crowd--maybe 30-35 people. As I marched out, they began to applaud. So I raised my hands above my head, and they began to cheer. I didn't look back.
