Story of the Day 12/27/2016 - the saga of the suspended driver's license, continued

On Saturday night, I realized I had to start canceling appointments. I had been under the mistaken impression that, when the weekend ended , I would be able to start working on getting my license back, and that there was a chance I could get to my Tuesday appointments. But I had not taken into account the fact that Xmas was on Sunday, meaning that government offices would be closed on Monday. The soonest I could, again, start working on this, would be Tuesday morning.

So, I called and left a message on the phone at one office, knowing they would not get it, until that day, and that I might be subject to a fee for not cancelling my appointment in at timely manner. The other, luckily, was with someone who is a friend on FB, so I sent a message.

Then I took a break from dealing with it, if only because I had no other option.

But, bright and early on Tuesday morning, I was, once again, making phone calls.

What ensued were a few calls with the woman at the insurance agent’s office who has always been both pleasant and helpful . Connie went over what had happened, and contacted the BMV.
Fortunately, they were willing to speak with her.

Unfortunately, they can’t help.

They can’t help because the driver in the accident is listed as me.

Now, that Thursday evening, in November, not only was I not driving the car, but I was not even in it.
It was my son who was driving and whose car was rear-ended.

The police officer, however, put down that it was me. He entered my driver’s license number and not Aaron’s.

I can see how that would happen.

I am 5’4”,
a chubby, almost senior (just over 3 yearss to that milestone) woman.
My son is a 6’3’, very muscular guy.
Yeah, I can see how that might happen.

We also have different last names.

We do, however, have the same first initial.

And the first part of Aaron’s very long last name is the same as my last name. The second part of it is my husband’s last name.
You see, we share very nicely.

Regardless as to how he made the error, the police officer who entered it is where the problem occurred.
And the BMV cannot change that information.

Connie explained to me that I would now have to contact the police to get this changed.
Okay, fine, I like clear instructions on what to do.
She also gave me a piece of advice, she told me to make sure that Aaron carries a copy of the COC in his car.

I like how she thinks. Considering how this has been going, I consider that good advice.

So, this morning, I got to make a few calls to the police department. Three, so far.
The first one made the second necessary, because the recorded message was too fast for someone with hearing loss to get on the first try. I did, however, leave a message with my phone numbers and the nature of the problem.
I also tried a second number that I had located on an Internet file.
This number’s recorded message let me know that , if I really wanted a response, I needed to send an email.
Which I did.

A few hours later, I actually had a response.
The woman seemed to think that the error had been an easy one to make and now wanted my son’s information: his name, DOB, etc. etc. etc. , and his license number.

I sent those back, hoping that they can change the information that they sent to the BMV, and then let the BMV know of the change.

I can see that what this translates into is, now, trying to get the BMV to respond, so I know that they have received it, and then to try to get them to lift the suspension……

I had thought that those things would constitute the next parts of this saga, but I was wrong.

The next part came in the mail, this evening.

This evening’s mail brought something that I thought was junk mail and almost tossed into the recycling bag before even opening.

It was an envelope from State Farm, addressed to “Kassia Margolis”.

I am sure that you also get a lot of unsolicited appeals from insurance companies about how they can save you money.
We do.
Recycling.

But it wasn’t.
It was a note from a claim’s adjustor for one of the other drivers’ insurance companies.
A note for me, the listed “driver” in the accident.