sorting out the rmv, 3.8.23

i was on the way to work, but god intervened. i was pulled over right as i turned off central. the cop told me my registration has been out since september. i knew, but i already handled it, though apparently, i didn’t. when i pulled up my account with the rmv, it said there was no eligible vehicle corresponding to my license. the officer called his sergeant. he pulled up, then said he did a registration this morning. i showed him what the rmv website said. they told me to go home and handle it. i asked if i could go to the city for work. the officer said whatever i do is on me, because if i get pulled, then they’d tow my car. it was dope they let me make my decision. i decided to take my chances and drive to the rmv. i pulled up and they were super helpful. there was a glitch in the system where my license didn’t match up to my plate. they fixed it and i was out the door. the lady who checked me out was the same lady that registered my car when i first moved here. she was the one who told me to keep my jacket on until may, way back in 2021. she was as nice to me now as she was then. it is true when they say you remember how people make you feel.

afterwards, i washed my car (to get the salt off from the frame) then went to fedex to drop off a few packages. as i’m driving, i see the same officer waving traffic. he notices my car. i let my window down and let him know the rmv fixed my issue. as i’m driving off, i see him peep the sticker on my license plate. i drop off some packages and browse amazon in the parking lot. a fedex worker walks out and says the sequoia is clean. he asked when i got it, and i told him it’s been in the family since 2004, but i moved to new england in 2021. he says he has a tundra, same year. we get to talking and he introduces himself as mr. will. not only that, he mentions how the guy who works on his car is from honduras and that he doesn’t judge people where they’re from or who they are as long as they don’t lie or steal. his sister called him and right before he left, he smiled and told me he was going to another fedex to steal tables lmao. by this point, it was pointless to go to work, so i came home.

now i’m writing, thinking of how good it is to not be in cambridge working to fulfill someone else’s dream.

-ratha, 3:15pm, 3.8.23