My latest trip to Annapolis once again ends in abject failure. Seriously, the only people benefiting from all this driving around is the oil company. I had our bill of sale covered with more stamps and signatures than a Nazi passport, but they barely looked at it because they were busily inventing other reasons to turn me away. We'll have to wait yet another week before we can make our next attempt.
Now we suddenly find our our credit score is abysmal, apparently for no other reason than we're young, don't have enough debt, and have been financially responsible enough to live without a credit card. Now our number is so low we can't even get cell phones. We pay all our f*&@#ing bills every month, on time or earlier. I am sick and tired of being penalized for attempting to be a respectable citizen. The message I seem to be getting from all these obstacles is that the ideal American will not move from state to state, will have at least five credit cards, run up enough debt to leave his grandchildren destitute, not integrate any of his affairs with those of his spouse, and not leave his parents until the age of thirty-five. While perhaps typical, I didn't suppose it was desirable.
Our entire family has been diagnosed with acute cases of compliance fatigue in the past. I think I'm having a flare up.