Tuesday, April 11, 2006

How hard is it to give you my money?

Oh, before I forget, my husband was able to find the ticket and we figured out how much to pay. He tried calling the information number but was left on hold for so long, he was finally transferred over to a voice mail that office hours were over.

Frustration runs deep when you get a ticket. It’s turns into rage when you can’t even pay the damn thing because you’re not told how much to pay.

New York, fix the system will you?

Oh and I misinformed you, the letter stating the delinquency of the ticket and the possibility of suspension of license did not include a self address envelope.

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