i'm back in the great state of Oklahoma (oh boy), trying to convince the Florida DMV that I'm not a short, fat, black man.
see, the problem starts back in 1997, when I was informed that I had a DUI in Miami, FL while riding a motorcycle earlier that year, and my license was being suspended. problem being that at that time, I was in Groton, CT going to school. so after many hours on the phone, I receive some shocking news. apparently, the FL DMV arrested a black male, 5'3", 210 lbs. and he had an ID on him that had my name and birthday on it. so his DUI went on my record. well, i got a lawyer, and in about 4 months, I had a letter from FL stating that I was not the person that they really wanted, and I'm good to go. By this time, I'm in Georgia, and so I take that letter to the DMV there, and proceed to get a license.
Now, here we are, practically 10 years later, and I get pulled over for speeding in Oklahoma. The cop informs me that my license is suspended. In FL.....for....wait for it......A DUI!!!!!! well, failure to appear for a DUI charge. But I digress. So I get arrested, bail myself out, they confiscate my license, and I end up calling my folks up to come get my and my car. Luckily, they only live 90 minutes away. I shudder to think what would have happened had I gotten pulled over farther away.
So, 10 days after this, I have to report to Italy (not wise to bail out on the Government), and I take some leave time, and two weeks later, I'm back in Oklahoma (with the folks) to take care of this. The problem is that the DMV is owned by the Devil, and the bureaucracy is overwhelming. Nobody takes any kind of ownership for my problem, they just say "not my department" and transfer me before I can say anything. Frustrating doesn't begin to describe this. It's like banging your head against a wall for an hour. Passes time, but in the end, all I'm left with is a massive fucking headache.
God, how I hate the DMV.
see, the problem starts back in 1997, when I was informed that I had a DUI in Miami, FL while riding a motorcycle earlier that year, and my license was being suspended. problem being that at that time, I was in Groton, CT going to school. so after many hours on the phone, I receive some shocking news. apparently, the FL DMV arrested a black male, 5'3", 210 lbs. and he had an ID on him that had my name and birthday on it. so his DUI went on my record. well, i got a lawyer, and in about 4 months, I had a letter from FL stating that I was not the person that they really wanted, and I'm good to go. By this time, I'm in Georgia, and so I take that letter to the DMV there, and proceed to get a license.
Now, here we are, practically 10 years later, and I get pulled over for speeding in Oklahoma. The cop informs me that my license is suspended. In FL.....for....wait for it......A DUI!!!!!! well, failure to appear for a DUI charge. But I digress. So I get arrested, bail myself out, they confiscate my license, and I end up calling my folks up to come get my and my car. Luckily, they only live 90 minutes away. I shudder to think what would have happened had I gotten pulled over farther away.
So, 10 days after this, I have to report to Italy (not wise to bail out on the Government), and I take some leave time, and two weeks later, I'm back in Oklahoma (with the folks) to take care of this. The problem is that the DMV is owned by the Devil, and the bureaucracy is overwhelming. Nobody takes any kind of ownership for my problem, they just say "not my department" and transfer me before I can say anything. Frustrating doesn't begin to describe this. It's like banging your head against a wall for an hour. Passes time, but in the end, all I'm left with is a massive fucking headache.
God, how I hate the DMV.