Two identical envelopes arrived in the morning post. Two commands from the halls of the mighty. In large block letters I am directed to OPEN IMMEDIATELY.
Go to Hell.
They contain demands for my annual tribute for permission to own my vehicles and trailers. Today is August 3. The licenses expire September 30. A statutory grace period delays actual delinquency and penalty until October 31.
My masters are getting cash-flow savvy. If they can cow me into paying 88 days early, they collect interest and I lose it. Tough luck, citizen.
I know. We're taking about maybe 17 cents cash management advantage, but principle, man, principle. Also entertainment value.
I'll put the still-sealed envelopes into the tickler file. About Oct. 28 I'll stop by the court house and submit in person. I like making the tax collector get her upholstered butt out of her upholstered chair and actually deal with one of the proles who paid for them.
Gee, it's not even lunch time and I've already committed an act of wanton disrespect to a bureaucrat. Feels quite good, actually.
1 comment:
I've always hated giving the State money. For years, when I was poor, I'd avoid registering my car until I got a citation - then, of course, it cost much more (+ the fine, and all).
Then I wasn't as poor, and it became a political protest.
Now, I'm poor again.
And, they still demand tribute.
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