Small minded beaurocrats. Went to register another car. Done this 3 times before. Never a problem.
Woman checking says all is OK except the Certificat de Cession has an incorrect name scribbled out and I need a new one. Queue behind me joins in pointing out why would I steal a car and then register it at my home address? Madame is not amused,
I get the chappie who sold the car to give me another and go back. Checking woman says all is OK and I get to see the woman who does the registering. Now my evidence of domicile (already found OK) is not satisfactory. I gently point out that this is the same evidence that they have accepted for the last three cars. This Madame is also not amused.
Going back for the third time tomorrow taking every bill and tax document known to humankind. If you see headlines 'mad axeman runs amok in Limoges Prefecture' you may know what happened.............. I have to remind myself that logical argument is futile with these box tickers.
British readers will be familiar with the term 'Normal for Norfolk'. I remained calm and uttered nothing ungentlemanly. Though if I ever get a Cornish translation of 'may the lice of a thousand camels inhabit your underwear' I could well safely declaim it with a smile on my face and my hat politely raised.