by Leslee Kulba
Wild West blogger
About fifteen years ago, I received a license plate in the mail for a car I had totaled some time back. I called the DMV, and they said I had to turn the plate in personally. I took about an hour and a half of drive time off work to comply. The lady at the tag agency took the plate off my hands, but said I had to pay for it, anyway. I complied, and she said my refund would be sent in the mail. It never came.
And so, here I sit staring at a renewal notice for the tag I turned in, which belonged to another car I totaled. . . .