He does it again!
SO my husband has done it again. I would say "third time's the charm", but this is the fourth time...this year.
So Jason had to go back to good ole' C-Ville and do some project management training for the job that I thought he has only been doing for...yeah...ever...but I could be wrong since I still say he works with computers.
Let me preface this (as in the rest of the story considering that I have already begun telling it) by saying that I was yet again...RIGHT. I told him before leaving that as much as we hate NYC DMV (let's not be prejudiced...we hate all DMVs) that he needed to make the trek back and get the registration fixed considering we were slightly illegal...not having updated in NY or renewed in VA...but what do I know...I am just his lowly wife who DRIVES the car. SO he returns and after a few days of crying because my freedom and clean apartment days were over, he goes to park the car on the wild streets of NY.
You CANNOT park remotely near a fire hydrant. I think it may even be safe to say that if you can see a hydrant a block away...you should probably put the invisibility cloak on your car. I told Jason that he wouldn't find a parking space after midnight on SUNDAY NIGHT, but again...what do I know...I just ALWAYS park the car here! So when he returns 30 minutes later, I assume he is coming to tell me that he will be awaking at 7 a.m. to move to another spot. He says he found a parking spot a couple of blocks away. He tells me that he can see the hydrant....I tell him I can see the ticket coming out of our bank account. He tells me that we are fine...
Next day I beg him to go see about the car and move it to a closer spot considering the next day we would have to move it for street cleaning anyhow. I am punishing him so I don't walk with him that night (because oh yeah kiddies...he didn't think to check during the day)...he calls me to say that our car is missing. I think he is joking. I laugh loudly and ask how much the ticket is. He promises on everything possible that he is not lying. I freak out.
I assume the worst of course because I am me...and tell him to get his white crusty butt home and call the po po because our car might have been stolen. We find out that we do still live in an awesome neighborhood and that instead our car is towed. We try and call and get it that night...no answer at the towing place.
Not sure exactly what happened in the tow place the next day. I made him go by himself to a place worse than prison, mainly because I realized that my shopping for a few weeks would have to be over because my husband is an idiot...(that and I had an audition). All I know is he walks over to get the car to find that not only do we have to pay the ticket (that yes...we do have on the windshield), but that we also have to pay towing fees, storage fees for not getting it the day it got towed...and remember that illegal registration deal...yeah...we are not allowed to have the vehicle returned to us without getting our NY stuff done...IMMEDIATELY. So he heads to the DMV only to find that the DMV must again be the 7th layer of hell because they won't let our registration be renewed because Geico hasn't update our insurance and it still says VA. So he then has to get a fax from Geico saying that we have NY insurance and after about 4 mistakes and 4 bucks per fax later, he gets our registration, tags, and car back out of hock...
All because he didn't listen to those sweet little words that every husband longs to hear..."I freaking told you so, you freaking idiot!"
In other non-my husband is an idiot news...my Off-Off Broadway debut has come to a bittersweet end. Actually not really because we have 2 more encore performances, but you get the picture. But things are looking great in the audition game/future projects for me. More on that next time...when everything is finalized!:)
Until next time...peace and lots of hair grease...because that is right...stretching my hair for a few more days so I can get it done FOR FREE at home! :)
So Jason had to go back to good ole' C-Ville and do some project management training for the job that I thought he has only been doing for...yeah...ever...but I could be wrong since I still say he works with computers.
Let me preface this (as in the rest of the story considering that I have already begun telling it) by saying that I was yet again...RIGHT. I told him before leaving that as much as we hate NYC DMV (let's not be prejudiced...we hate all DMVs) that he needed to make the trek back and get the registration fixed considering we were slightly illegal...not having updated in NY or renewed in VA...but what do I know...I am just his lowly wife who DRIVES the car. SO he returns and after a few days of crying because my freedom and clean apartment days were over, he goes to park the car on the wild streets of NY.
You CANNOT park remotely near a fire hydrant. I think it may even be safe to say that if you can see a hydrant a block away...you should probably put the invisibility cloak on your car. I told Jason that he wouldn't find a parking space after midnight on SUNDAY NIGHT, but again...what do I know...I just ALWAYS park the car here! So when he returns 30 minutes later, I assume he is coming to tell me that he will be awaking at 7 a.m. to move to another spot. He says he found a parking spot a couple of blocks away. He tells me that he can see the hydrant....I tell him I can see the ticket coming out of our bank account. He tells me that we are fine...
Next day I beg him to go see about the car and move it to a closer spot considering the next day we would have to move it for street cleaning anyhow. I am punishing him so I don't walk with him that night (because oh yeah kiddies...he didn't think to check during the day)...he calls me to say that our car is missing. I think he is joking. I laugh loudly and ask how much the ticket is. He promises on everything possible that he is not lying. I freak out.
I assume the worst of course because I am me...and tell him to get his white crusty butt home and call the po po because our car might have been stolen. We find out that we do still live in an awesome neighborhood and that instead our car is towed. We try and call and get it that night...no answer at the towing place.
Not sure exactly what happened in the tow place the next day. I made him go by himself to a place worse than prison, mainly because I realized that my shopping for a few weeks would have to be over because my husband is an idiot...(that and I had an audition). All I know is he walks over to get the car to find that not only do we have to pay the ticket (that yes...we do have on the windshield), but that we also have to pay towing fees, storage fees for not getting it the day it got towed...and remember that illegal registration deal...yeah...we are not allowed to have the vehicle returned to us without getting our NY stuff done...IMMEDIATELY. So he heads to the DMV only to find that the DMV must again be the 7th layer of hell because they won't let our registration be renewed because Geico hasn't update our insurance and it still says VA. So he then has to get a fax from Geico saying that we have NY insurance and after about 4 mistakes and 4 bucks per fax later, he gets our registration, tags, and car back out of hock...
All because he didn't listen to those sweet little words that every husband longs to hear..."I freaking told you so, you freaking idiot!"
In other non-my husband is an idiot news...my Off-Off Broadway debut has come to a bittersweet end. Actually not really because we have 2 more encore performances, but you get the picture. But things are looking great in the audition game/future projects for me. More on that next time...when everything is finalized!:)
Until next time...peace and lots of hair grease...because that is right...stretching my hair for a few more days so I can get it done FOR FREE at home! :)