I went to have my vehicle inspection today and I thought I would share my experience with the red tape runaround:
I hadn't done this before, so I did my usual research of looking on the internet and asking a few friends where it was and what I needed and I was able to find it with no problem at all, but that is when the fun really started.
1. Moved my car into a long line of cars to wait
2. Waiting . . .
3. Finally getting close enough to see what is going on and I notice some people getting out of their cars, going to a building on the side and returning with pieces of paper. Should I do the same? Nah!
4. I'm next, and I notice everyone is showing a piece of paper that I don't seem to have to the man doing the inspections. We'll see if I get by without it.
5. Nice man examines my car and notices I'm from Oklahoma in the car book.
6. He's about to let me go when the guy behind me points out to him that I don't have the paper. Grrh!
7. The inspector is nice enough to explain to me that I need to go to the long building first and get a receipt, then to the little building and get some stamps and then come back to get a signature.
8. I go to the long building and see that nothing is labeled out of 10 desks except the cashier.
9. I ask a lady behind a counter where I can get my receipt and she looks at my paperwork and tells me I have a traffic fine I need to pay. She directs me to the cashier.
10. The cashier is a 2 stage process, where first a man looks up your record (He concurs that I do in fact have a fine) and hands a slip of paper to the man who takes the money.
11. I pay the man and receive my receipt, heading out to the smaller building that was indicated to me previously.
12. When I get there he takes my car book and the receipt, but tells me with disapproval that I need a "clean paper" that will show that I don't owe anything. I point out that I just paid and have a receipt and he tells me I must have the "clean paper", signed and stamped.
13. I head back to the long building where I ask a man behind a counter if I can get a "clean paper" from him. He says no, you have to get them from my friends (pointing to people behind the same counter as him, all of them with no labels).
14. I go to the next lady and she gladly takes my receipt, checks on the computer and prints out my "clean paper"! She even signs it.
15. I hurry back to the little building only to be told with a stern look that the "clean paper" must be stamped. I ask him who has to stamp it and he says the boss.
16. I head back to the long building, where I look around for "the boss". I ask a lady who has to stamp the "clean paper" and she points to an office in the corner.
17. I head into the office where a man sits behind a desk. He takes my paper, stamps it, signs it, and brings out a press seal to seal it. Now, that's official!
18. I walk back to the little building to see my friends again. They gladly take all of my papers and one guy signs my book, another puts metallic stickers in it and signs those, and the last guy stamps it and signs that.
19. I go back to the inspector and he says that I have to go to the inspector next to him to get the final signature.
20. This is it, one final signature and I'm free. I return to my car and drive out of the lot in a record time of just under 2 hours!