Chris v The State of Missouri: Part Deux
I've been living in Kansas City for almost 2 years and you know what that means (besides bearing witness to literally hundreds of Royals losses): time to renew my license plates. Or time to jump off my balcony, whichever is less painful.
I chronicled my past adventures a few years ago when I registered my car here for the first time. Only 6 months and thousands of dollars later did I finally get a title with my name on it. Unfortunately the Property Tax information is still in my Dad's name (don't ask me why), which will mean a few more delightful trips to the courthouse downtown, with 2 years of old receipts, utility bills, and credit card statements in tow.
I often make fun of the absurdly rich for how out of touch they are with popular culture, often due to the fact that they pay lackeys to perform the tasks that the rest of us do every day. Paris Hilton never heard of a Wal-Mart because she never does her own shopping, at least not for the kinds of things (i.e. "broken things") that one gets at a Wal-Mart.
But this is one case where I would gladly take up the mantle of the rich and pay someone to do my dirty work. The thought of having to traipse around the county begging mindless MODOT drones to renew my plates makes me want to pay my own lackey to do the wrangling for me, or at the very least pull a St. Louis and steal someone else's tags.
Are there any services like this out there? I see a lot of ads for maids, but no ads for MODOT Wranglers. This would be a great business venture for anyone who can take a lot of punishment. Between that and a bullet train between KC and St. Louis, we can fix this broken state yet.
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