Car retrieved, with assistance from
keith_m043.
It was parked in about four inches of water. (Good: I'd thought
ahead to wear boots in case of slush; Bad: turns out these boots
don't keep water out, and I got the hem of my skirt a little
muddy climbing into the car.) Stopped to add fuel (Good: there was
(relatively) cheap gas to be found out thataway; Bad: apparently no
gas station in Baltimore has squeegies and windshielf fluid out (I
took a circuitous route home, looking at gas station after gas station
but admittedly did not hit the north half of town) and there was a
lot of mud on my glass). I got some of the mud off with a handful of
snow, but the lack of proper tools in their once-customary locations
annoyed. Ran out of spoons before dealing with MVA stuff; will
try to do that tomorrow (having just realized they'll be closed
on Monday, and my license-renewal deadline is Tuesday). Again,
thanks to all. Me fall over for a little while now.
Ooh, I seem to be the babble-tired flavour of tired-Glenn tonight.
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Went to the information counter on entry, said "Hi. I've been an idiot and let my license expire. How do I fix this?" The clerk looked a little guarded, and asked "How long has it been expired?" "One day; I was supposed to renew it by yesterday." And she said "Oh. Pfft. Here, fill this out and go stand in line blah-blah."
Looking, what she'd handed me was the usual renewal form. Apparently there's at least a short grace period. Not that I advocate blowing the deadline or anything, but...
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Let me tell you all the story of D. Glenn Arthur
On that tragic and fateful day.
He picked up his license and his registration,
And went to deal with the MVA.
But did he ever return, no he never returned.
And his fate is still unlearned.
He is trapped forever in the red-tape jungle,
He's the man who never returned.