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Here's my hiccup for the thing: For whatever reason, the electronic title for the car is in Massachusetts. I said that all simple and quick, but it's still true. As far as Arizona is concerned, the car is here, but not owned here. I'm like, "That's stupid. I bought the car here in 2002. I paid off the car here in 2007. How is the four years in the middle, when it was in Boston, meaning anything at all?" They don't know. Well, this is an issue for Bank of America, and believe me, they will be hearing from me first thing tomorrow morning so they can take care of this. Because I can't trade in the car without the "title" (It's not a pink slip in Arizona, the lady condescends to me, it's called a title. I said, "Well, then I need a copy of the title"), this situation is currently pissing me off a whole lot. It feels like things are kind of conspiring against me, you know?
Throwing "you know" at the end of that sentence reminds me of Caroline Kennedy and her pulling herself out of contention for New York's vacated seat in the Senate. They say that some issues with a housekeeper and taxes may be the reason, but I'm inclined to agree with the gossips that suggest that part of it has to do with the disastrous interviews she did during her "campaign." Her insanely overwhelming repetition of "you know" was enough to make this editor's ears bleed, you know?
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