So yesterday I spent 2 hours in a queue at the traffic department, to finally arrive at the counter to register my bike. I can't, why? Because the guy I sold my Vespa to in April of 2014 hasn't bothered to register it in his name let alone pay the licence. Fan-fucking-tastic so I contact the guy, and it's like dude, wtf it's been 2 years why haven't you done it yet? I been in a queue for hours just to find this shit out, now there are penalties and I can't register my bike till its sorted. The guy says he's sorry and he just hasn't got to it but it's at Vespa to be registered as we speak, now I know I'm a gullible twat but seriously after 2 years I'm supposed to believe this. Then he says I don't see why standing in the queue for 2 hours is my problem but I will sort this out. He's probably right it's not his problem, but had he bothered to stand in a queue two years ago I would have had no reason to speak to the twat, and se...
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