Jezz_S13
17-04-2003, 20:55
So pissed off.;mad: :mad:
Catalog of fecking nightmares!!!
Ok i have a new car, now the previous owner had it on disabled tax hence it came with bugger all tax.
Anyway i phone insurance first thing monday to sort it out and say I need a cover note ASAP, 'no problem sir it'll be sent today 1st class & with you tomorrow.' Excellent hurdle 1 out of the way.
Tuesday, no fecking cover note.
Wednesday, get home from work and hoorah cover note, so I run to the post office before it shuts, to find that it closes half day Wednesday. FFS what kinda of backward shithole is this, half day closing went out of fashion in the 70's for crying out loud GRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Not to stress I''ll do it tomorrow I thought. No worries car is off the road at the minute anyway.
So today, i pick up a license form from the post office at work (doesn't do car tax) and fill it in so I'm fully prepared, get home about 4 run to post office whack me shit on the counter, she ponders over it for a while then says sorry I can't do this cos I can't change the class from disable to PLG. FFS AHHHHHHGGGGG. :mad: fecked right off already.
She says you need to go to the DVLA (not a problem it's in swansea and I live there. Sweet), she rings up somewhere and says they are open till 8:30 tonight. Fecking ace I think sorted.
I go to where the car is, swap a cam, get it running sweet as a nut (car was sold with dodgy engine now fixed for feck all bucks i was breifly happy), it's 7:30, i sprint home have a wash, grab me misses bomb over to DVLA (stopping for petrol cos tank is empty empty) get there ae 8:20, surprise sur-fcuking-prise it's shut.
I ask the porter dude, tell him that I was told it was open, he thought I was fecking mad cos it's obvious to me that all these signs all over the place say it shuts at 4:30 Mon-Fri. He rings his mate anyway to humour me, and guess what? He say no, it shut.
I say when can i do it then, he says Tuesday. Fukcing Tuesday!!
:mad: :mad: :mad:
Now I'm going to blame four people/things
1). the ****ing insurance for not getting me my cover note to me on time,
2). this fukcing retard town for shutting half day on Wed (in gods name, I'm coming to him next kinda),
3). the dumb ass bint that told the woman in the post office that the place was open till 8:30,
and finally,
4). that ficticious bastard Jesus for being murdered 1980 years ago tomorrow meaing that every bastard where is shut until bloody Tuesday.
You know what, after all that I feel absolutely no fcuking better at all.
Arrrrrrrrrrrghghghghhghghhghghg.
I tried so fecking hard to be legal about something and it just gets thrown in my face, i know if i go and drive I'll be pulled I just feckin gknow it, do you think they will listen to my story?
Will they fukc. :mad: :mad:
I hope this amuses you somewhat, I may feel better knowing that people are laughing at my predicament.
Catalog of fecking nightmares!!!
Ok i have a new car, now the previous owner had it on disabled tax hence it came with bugger all tax.
Anyway i phone insurance first thing monday to sort it out and say I need a cover note ASAP, 'no problem sir it'll be sent today 1st class & with you tomorrow.' Excellent hurdle 1 out of the way.
Tuesday, no fecking cover note.
Wednesday, get home from work and hoorah cover note, so I run to the post office before it shuts, to find that it closes half day Wednesday. FFS what kinda of backward shithole is this, half day closing went out of fashion in the 70's for crying out loud GRRRRRRRRRRRR.
Not to stress I''ll do it tomorrow I thought. No worries car is off the road at the minute anyway.
So today, i pick up a license form from the post office at work (doesn't do car tax) and fill it in so I'm fully prepared, get home about 4 run to post office whack me shit on the counter, she ponders over it for a while then says sorry I can't do this cos I can't change the class from disable to PLG. FFS AHHHHHHGGGGG. :mad: fecked right off already.
She says you need to go to the DVLA (not a problem it's in swansea and I live there. Sweet), she rings up somewhere and says they are open till 8:30 tonight. Fecking ace I think sorted.
I go to where the car is, swap a cam, get it running sweet as a nut (car was sold with dodgy engine now fixed for feck all bucks i was breifly happy), it's 7:30, i sprint home have a wash, grab me misses bomb over to DVLA (stopping for petrol cos tank is empty empty) get there ae 8:20, surprise sur-fcuking-prise it's shut.
I ask the porter dude, tell him that I was told it was open, he thought I was fecking mad cos it's obvious to me that all these signs all over the place say it shuts at 4:30 Mon-Fri. He rings his mate anyway to humour me, and guess what? He say no, it shut.
I say when can i do it then, he says Tuesday. Fukcing Tuesday!!
:mad: :mad: :mad:
Now I'm going to blame four people/things
1). the ****ing insurance for not getting me my cover note to me on time,
2). this fukcing retard town for shutting half day on Wed (in gods name, I'm coming to him next kinda),
3). the dumb ass bint that told the woman in the post office that the place was open till 8:30,
and finally,
4). that ficticious bastard Jesus for being murdered 1980 years ago tomorrow meaing that every bastard where is shut until bloody Tuesday.
You know what, after all that I feel absolutely no fcuking better at all.
Arrrrrrrrrrrghghghghhghghhghghg.
I tried so fecking hard to be legal about something and it just gets thrown in my face, i know if i go and drive I'll be pulled I just feckin gknow it, do you think they will listen to my story?
Will they fukc. :mad: :mad:
I hope this amuses you somewhat, I may feel better knowing that people are laughing at my predicament.