A frantic afternoon at Mystery Inc HQ chasing after an elusive tax disc for the Mystery Machine or Misery as we know call her.
We had taken ages to get the beast through an MoT but the insurers* cover note had failed to arrive and without it we were scuppered.
The insurer would not fax us a copy of our own insurance certificate as it was a 'legal document', which was a strange response since the people who legally owned said document were the ones asking for it.
Instead they sent us a handwritten note confirming that we were actually insured. How kind! As you can imagine that went down like a ten dollar hooker and we were refused the tax disc.
It was only the intervention of the brilliant manager at Bletchley - who had seen us in the newspaper - and demanded the certificate be faxed immediately.
With three minutes to spare, Marcus beaming like a father with a newborn held aloft the brown disc with the phrase "It wouldn't be fun if it wasn't all last minute."
I couldn't possibly comment.
*The insurer cannot be named for legal reasons but they did ask if we had a club card.
Matt
No comments:
Post a Comment