This was my bureaucratic failure du jour. Drove back down to Annapolis today during rush hour to get to the DMV once again, hoping to finally register the car in our names. Apparently that was too much to hope for, because we did not possess a doubly notarized bill of sale. I swear, I wasn't in that building sixty seconds before I was tossed out again.I feel like I'm trying to sneak into some exclusive club with enormous bouncers. It may not technically be the city's fault, but the name is becoming synonymous with helplessness and frustration.
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