A week or so ago I received mail from what was once known as the RTA, but has since been given a new designation, RMS; which has confused me somewhat!
The RTA was the mob responsible for the Road Traffic, driving licences, motor vehicle registration whatever; but the clowns in Macquarie Street saw fit to amalgamate the Maritime Services Board with the Road Traffic Authority. Obviously they are thinking ahead to the next round of flooding in New South Wales!
But I digress, politicians have the knack of doing that to me, digressing that is; the letter I received was to advise me that it was time to renew my “Disability Parking Permit”; I must admit that it is a great boon and privilege. I’ve had this good fortune since 2011, after I’d had the stroke; slight though it was, a stroke nevertheless.
So as per normal when I have business with the RTA/RMS ( British Merchant Ships were called RMS, probably still are – Royal Mail Ship) I went to their Manly office. They have got offices closer but it’s always been a pleasure doing business at the Manly branch.
Some may find it hard to believe, others impossible, for a government office/department to be a pleasure to deal with, but there’s an exception to every rule and Manly RTA is it! The staff are fast efficient and friendly; there’s no messing about there’s no fuss or flurry it’s just head’s down/ bums up, they are terrific! 😄
It’s not something new; they’ve been like this for the past 30-40 years that I know of!
Anyway we went over on Wednesday morning to the Northern Beaches, we had other things to do, and when I dropped into their office there was a crowd of perhaps 15/20 so I took a ticket (#C0006 – licence to kill) and took a seat; it was just after 10 am, Kerry had an appointment with her dentist about 15 minutes away so I was told to wait no longer than 10:30.
My number came up shortly after 10:20, and I presented myself and my completed form from my doctor, the young bloke took my old “Permit” asked me to take a seat so he could take my picture for the new one, instructed me not to smile or grin, so I sat there like a stunned mullet, he called out okay, take a seat for a few minutes while the thing was being processed.
Four or five minues later, all done I’m out of there! And here it is a pic of my “Permit”
See what I mean about stunned mullet. Why do they do this to us?
But to get back to the heading ‘It’s a bit of a worry….” You may note, under that gaunt, haunted face staring out at you, the date, 02 SEP 2021 (for my American chums thats SEP 02 2021) my worry is what is the penalty if I don’t see out the time and who is responsible?
For those wondering what the plant is that brightens up the thing it’s the Waratah the floral emblem of New South Wales;
The Waratah (Telopea speciosissima) is the floral emblem of New South Wales, a large (10-12cm across) and spectacular scarlet flower growing in the bush in clumps of tall stems. The Waratah is protected by law.