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Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Petty Docudrama


file under: not proud of this

When I say "I don't wanna get caught up in the system again," you won't hear the same vehemence in my voice that you'd hear from say, a car thief, or a stickup artist. My tone would echo those stating opinions like "you should avoid gas station bathrooms" or "eating at White Castle can result in future agony."

I know it's borderline retarded to drive around without car insurance. (Am I being too generous?) That said, poverty is unforgiving, and sometimes you just gotta walk the edge. (I'm so dangerous.)

Three weeks ago, one of my headlights went out, and I didn't notice it. A cop sure did. I got a warning for the headlight and a ticket for operating a motor vehicle without proof of insurance. The cop kindly instructed me not to waste the court's time if I was actually covered. She told me to go the clerk and show proof. Unfortunately for me, I was far, far from home, out in the boondocks of Illinois, where Democrats like me generally fear to tread. Rectifying this mess would take a special trip.

Step one was purchasing actual insurance. Upon choosing cheap liability coverage, I received my documents and looked them over. I was hoping they would only show month/year timeframes, but alas, specific dates were present, and furthermore, the PDF was locked. I couldn't doctor it digitally.

I used the old 'print it, alter it, fax it to myself' trick. I went far enough to figure out the two dates were printed in Arial Narrow size 9, and were spaced 17 blank characters apart. With some scotch tape and a pair of fax machines reprogrammed to self-identify as my chosen insurance company, I set about laundering my proof of insurance.

My forgery was competent, given my limitations. Still, I have to admit, I was nervous. What if, upon presentation, I was questioned about my crappy fax copy? What if they called to verify my coverage? Would my provider simply affirm my policy's validity, or opt to provide detail? Would I have to concoct feeble lies about email attachment size limits? I had a vision of a blue haired old lady with bifocals, hateful of the public, scrutinizing my sad fax copy and looking up at me with suspicion, eager to ruin my day in any way possible.

I entered the provincial courthouse and strode up to the clerk's counter. Before me was a chubby twentysomething woman. Her skin was that sickly orange color that results from excessive spray tan. Her hairdo may have been a drowned muskrat.

I mentally reminded myself to say as little as possible. Liars often give themselves away, after all. She took my ticket and fax. I saw her lean down to look over the tiny numbers, comparing my coverage date range to the date of the ticket. She gave a quick nod, disappeared briefly to make a photocopy of my forgery, told me I didn't need to appear for the scheduled court date, and sent me on my way. Simple, easy, microwaveable, repeat as necessary.

In my life, I have now successful employed forgery and bribery in my battle to stay clear of the system. My bona fides as a traditional Chicagoan are solid.

Later this week, I promise: A guest post about a murdered dog
6:50 PM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm


August 26, 2010 1:02 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow, cool story!

I wish I was man enough to commit insurance fraud. I just pay the bill like a sucker.

Good to see you're still at it.

Avenge meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! (Voice fading away)

- Wino McHackensomething

August 28, 2010 8:31 AM, Anonymous anita g said...

So funny because I know it's so true. Well done. :) I'm glad it worked. I think that greasy court clerk may still have a job thanks to all the revenue you've produced for the state. You deserved a break. Love you!

September 10, 2010 11:49 AM, Anonymous bookfraud said...

that took a couple of big ones. keep screwing the system.

i had a friend who actually created a persona with driver's licence, credit cards, insurance, etc. by obtaining the birth certificate of someone about the same age who had died. this was back in the early 90s; doubt it would work now.

that chubby clerk with the orange spray-on tan is going to haunt my dreams.

February 21, 2012 6:17 PM, Blogger staticwarp said...

you know, this kind of cunning malevolence is wasted in whatever field you are currently working in. you should apply for the CIA.


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