I have been feeling slightly overwhelmed by a long series of Important Things of the sort that make being grown-up not as much fun as we thought it was going to be when we were kids. Oh, nothing bad, just routine things like doing taxes and things associated with buying and registering a new vehicle, and it just seems like I’ve had too many of these things to do lately.
It might be a little hard to explain our Tag Agencies to people in other states. They are privately owned and, having lived in several other states I know that they are way, way better than the typical DMV that other states have. This is one of the things that Oklahoma does right. There are usually no more than half a dozen people waiting in line and I rarely have to wait more than 15 minutes. But, being privately owned they have some flexibility in the matter of days and hours open and services offered. Very few Tag Agencies do Pikepasses.
I would say that Pikepass is another thing that Oklahoma does right but I suppose other states have similar systems. Pikepass is a convenience that I do not want to do without but getting one or updating your account involves a ridiculous amount of hassle. I was going to take care of it online but my online account disappeared somehow. I know I signed up for an online account, forgot my password of course, so I clicked on the forgotten password link and it told me that there was no account associated with my email address. Options: I could email them, chewing them out about my lost account, which I thought would feel very satisfying even if it accomplished nothing. I could sign up for an account again as if I had never had one. I could print out their PDF and fill it out and snail-mail it to get the new Pikepass sticker via snail mail. Or I could go to one of the Tag Agencies that do Pikepasses and get one the same day.
We talked about it, decided on the last option and we waited until last Friday because we were going to go to the Home and Garden show that day and could stop by the Tag Agency on the way home. So, about 2:30 in the afternoon we walked into a Tag Agency, told them what we wanted and filled out a paper, argued with them a bit because it seems I was supposed to have a pin number that I knew nothing about… Also, the woman there indicated that she could only give us a Pikepass because my husband was there, as if we were still living in the 19th century. WTF people? I know this is Oklahoma and we’re a bit backward in some areas but seriously? He works; I do nonsense like this. This is my job and it’s very unusual that he would be available to come with me to do stuff like this.
So anyway, we got the paper filled out and signed and then she told us that it would be about two and half hours before she could give us the Pikepass sticker. Seriously? Two and a half hours? You have the damned stickers right there. Just give us one and tell us it will be a few hours before it’s activated. We live quite some distance from that Tag Agency. The one nearest us does not do Pikepasses. So we decided that I would go back Monday and pick it up and I spent the whole weekend dreading the trip. Both of the most direct routes there are a little bit scary. One way has a long, steep hill with several curves and people driving up and down it way too fast and expecting me to drive equally too fast. The other way goes past a quarry with huge dump trucks going back and forth loaded down with gravel that often bounces off and cracks windshields and dings shiny new paint.
I chose the hill. Everything went fine. I survived the hill and got the sticker with no problems. So all the big annoying things are done. Could I please just relax for a few days now? Probably not because I’m going to keep thinking, “What else do I need to do? What am I forgetting?” until the next big thing comes up. I heard a useful neologism last night. I’m generally not a fan of neologisms but I like this one: kidult. (kid/adult) I think most us spend half our lives wanting to be an adult and then trying to act like a proper adult but we hit our 50s and suddenly realize it’s no use. The kid’s not going away. “Adult” is just a veneer. We are all kidults.