Why is it that one of the last places that a stupid person should cast their shadows upon, in fact becomes one of the first they visit? I can only assume that they are mislead by the name of the name of the place, and they go there to register as card-carrying stupid people.
If Forest Gump's mother had worked at a Registry of Motor Vehicles, her advice to her dim-witted son might have been slightly different than that quoted in the movie. It would have probably been: "Life is like a line at the registry, you never know what you're going to get."
While I was waiting for my number to be called, I overheard part of a discussion between a curiously patient registry clerk and an equally impatient man who spoke in broken English.
Woman: "I need to see the bill of sale before I can issue you plates for this vehicle."The woman made eye contact with me over the man's shoulder. I was smirking and shook my head for her benefit. The next thing I knew two Registry cops came over and took up positions on either side of the man.
-Stupid: "I don't have one."
Woman: "I need proof that you bought this car and how much you paid for it."
-Stupid: "I paid a man cash for the car. You can give me plates, yes?"
Woman: "I can give you plates, no! I need to see a bill of sale and it must be signed by the man who sold you the car!"
-Stupid: "I tell you what, ma'am. You give me plates and I will drive over there and get the bill of sale and bring back to you. Yes?"
Woman: "You're not listening to me, sir. I cannot, I will not issue you plates until I see a bill of sale."
-Stupid: "But the man no give me one. I give him $1200 cash and he hand me keys."
Woman: "What's the man's name? How do I do know you bought the car from him? I need to see proof that he sold you the car!"
-Stupid: "You are not very nice. I am in a hurry. You give me plates now?"
Woman:: "Sir wait right there. I'll call my supervisor to talk to you."
Cop-#1: "Sir, we seem to have a problem. We just checked VIN for the vehicle you are trying to register."Cop #1 headed out the door to the parking lot. It was about the same time that my number was called. I was two windows away from the action. The woman who was going to wait on me was also distracted by the drama unfolding. So there she and I were listening to the spectacle. Cop#1 returned and produced a pair of handcuffs while Cop#2 held the man's arm.
Stupid: "You can tell her give me plates, yes?"
Cop-#2: "It's not going to happen. Not today."
Stupid: "Why not?"
Cop-#2: "That car is a stolen vehicle."
Cop-#1: "How did you get here? The bus? Get a ride?"
Stupid: "No, I drive here in other car."
Cop-#2: "What model is the 'other' car?"
Stupid: "It is red Miata."
Stupid: "What are you doing? You can not arrest me. I am in hurry."As the cops led the man away, the clerk assigned to me said, "That will be $41 please."
Cop-#1: "You have got a lot of explaining to do. One, you have trying to register a stolen vehicle. Two, that Miata is a stolen vehicle too. And three, the plates on it - they are a registered to a 2007 Lexus which was reported stolen yesterday!"
A few minutes later as I was trying to pull out of my parking place one of the cops signaled for me wait. At the end of the driveway entrance a flatbed tow truck pulled onto the lot. The truck driver positioned his bed in front of the Miata.
Finally as the tow truck drove off with the man's red Miata secured on its bed, I was able to leave the premises.
I couldn't help but to think how stupid that man had been. I mean, who in their right mind would drive to a Registry of Motor Vehicles in a stolen car bearing the plates of another stolen car in order to try to register still another stolen car?
I can only conjecture that the man was auditioning for a television program, namely "America's Stupidest Criminals."