effing massachusetts, demanding sales tax at 6.25% of NADA trade-in value on vehicles purchased out of state under six months ago. i mean, hell, the car was a damn gift from my mother and i paid a grand total of $0.05 in sales tax to our town clerk back home. and yet massachusetts finds a way to flog another $400 out of my penniless, still unemployed hide. i am waiting to discover that the RMV assesses you an additional $300 processing fee if your name is difficult to pronounce.
[eta: apparently this is not the case if the car was purchased from or given by an immediate family member. i still think it’s highway robbery that you’re still subjected to the double-whammy if you bought it from a dealer under 6 months ago.]
i’m all right, for now. i can still afford food, shelter, gas, and (for the time being) even occasional amenities. at the moment my greatest fear is probably getting in a car accident — either hospital bills or car repairs would put me up the creek. i don’t think there’s even a figure of speech in this language for what the two together would do.
this all sent me into a bit of a panic earlier this evening. it’s a little bit like floating around in the ocean, this business of being a Real Person. i am quite fond of the ocean, as i am quite fond of Real Life, but it tosses you around a good bit, doesn’t it?
Real Life has less seaweed, though. and you don’t have to worry about this.