I did it. I finally went to the license plate store last week.
First I went to the building one block from the office with all the signs pointing to it that say "Vehicle Titles and Registration ->" and stood in line in the room covered with pictures of license plate choices, only to be told that this was not where a person goes to get a vehicle title or to register said vehicle. The Helpful Young Man had a list of places where a girl COULD get a license plate or two. I only recognized the street of one of them, and did I have my handy Map-o-Houston in the car? No. So I drove about 10 miles to an actual license plate store, which was labelled "County Tax Assessor."
I suspect that when it is time to pay my taxes, I will have to find a building with a sign reading "Zoning and Permits."
The nice lady at the actual license plate store was very helpful, and soon I was the dubious owner of a pair of Texas license plates. I brought them out and showed them to Fiona, and explained to here that she was going to have to wear them, but not till August 31st (when the NM plates expired).
On August 31st, at about 4 pm, I decided I could no longer put off the inevitable: the Texas plates went on. New Mexico is a one-plate state, and as I approached Fiona's front bumper, I realized that when I removed the front Minnesota plate, I had not put the screws back into the license plate holder. I had already made a trip two the hardware store (two, actually) for a set of metric sockets, and was unwilling to admit that I might need two visits to a store to put a damn license plate on my car. Off to dig through the thing-with-all-the-drawers-that-you-store-random-hardware- in! Within about five minutes, I had found not one, not two, but ALL FOUR of the original screws that came with the car.
Lesson learned: Grandpa was right. You should save EVERYTHING.
First I went to the building one block from the office with all the signs pointing to it that say "Vehicle Titles and Registration ->" and stood in line in the room covered with pictures of license plate choices, only to be told that this was not where a person goes to get a vehicle title or to register said vehicle. The Helpful Young Man had a list of places where a girl COULD get a license plate or two. I only recognized the street of one of them, and did I have my handy Map-o-Houston in the car? No. So I drove about 10 miles to an actual license plate store, which was labelled "County Tax Assessor."
I suspect that when it is time to pay my taxes, I will have to find a building with a sign reading "Zoning and Permits."
The nice lady at the actual license plate store was very helpful, and soon I was the dubious owner of a pair of Texas license plates. I brought them out and showed them to Fiona, and explained to here that she was going to have to wear them, but not till August 31st (when the NM plates expired).
On August 31st, at about 4 pm, I decided I could no longer put off the inevitable: the Texas plates went on. New Mexico is a one-plate state, and as I approached Fiona's front bumper, I realized that when I removed the front Minnesota plate, I had not put the screws back into the license plate holder. I had already made a trip two the hardware store (two, actually) for a set of metric sockets, and was unwilling to admit that I might need two visits to a store to put a damn license plate on my car. Off to dig through the thing-with-all-the-drawers-that-you-store-random-hardware- in! Within about five minutes, I had found not one, not two, but ALL FOUR of the original screws that came with the car.
Lesson learned: Grandpa was right. You should save EVERYTHING.
Postscript from your Uncle P, upon my reading your concluding words: "Well -- it DEPENDS! You should save *things like THAT*! (This was a remark pointed directly at me, Saver of Just About Everything....and no, I probably don't need Gabe's A+ paper from kindergarten anymore.) Grandpa WAS right; Uncle thinks there are qualifications.
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