A little mystery in the least mysterious possible place: the local License Branch of the Indiana Bureau of Motor Vehicles. It’s a take-a-number, deadly dull encounter with a squad of polo shirted bureaucrats arranged at workstations behind a sweeping arc of formica counter, a counter that surrounds one of the least attractive waiting rooms in town. No free coffee at the BMV. No free wifi. And the portrait photographs are terrible.
I went over there this evening to renew my driver’s license–apparently you can’t renew it on line twice in a row.
Answered the questions, read line one, answered some more questions, took off my glasses and sat for the terrible portrait (looked at the blue dot, waited for the flash), then signed the donor card (sure, you can have my insides if I’m not using them). Then came the part where you hand over the $17.50. I’d brought three fives and two ones and two quarters–baffle ’em with exact change when they’re expecting yet another debit card.
And they charged me $13.72. Apparently I had a three dollar and thirty two cent credit at the BMV.
How in the world did I end up with a three dollar and thirty two cent credit at the BMV?
I paid with two fives and three ones and three quarters and got three cents back in change. My question was not answered. My new license will be mailed to me in seven to ten business days.
(My question has been answered, by M, in the comments. Do read the explanation; it’s quite interesting. Thanks, M!)