It is Friday morning. The car registration expires on Sunday. This is the last day I can get through vehicle inspection without it costing extra.
The inspection station people are nice and polite. It is a training holiday and I am off. Naturally I am sitting in line at 0730 in the morning. But it does not matter, I don’t have all the paperwork so they can’t inspect the car. It is the 31st, right? Turns out the registration office is closed the last day of the month. Every month. And without a nifty red stamp verifying that the car is in fact owned and operated by someone entitled to the services of the Inspection Station, I am out of luck.
It is Potluck evening, but there is hardly a person at services. Which is ok, I am tired and would like to head home.
Scene seen in the Summer Palace.