Log in

No account? Create an account
Back from the belly of the beast - Renewing my carry permit - Dan the Serene
July 8th, 2009
05:05 pm


Previous Entry Share Next Entry
Back from the belly of the beast - Renewing my carry permit

I took my notarized application form (including the three pages I didn't have any entries on, but still needed to provide) plus two additional copies of the application, three copies of my current permit, three copies of a utility bill, and an SASE to the Fairfax County Judicial Center.

The place is huge and ever expanding.  I went to the lot I parked in the last time I was there, but it is employee only now so I had to circle around until I could get to the public lot on the far side.  I did have a fairly fruitless conversation with a non-English speaking parking attendant in the process, but I won't try to recreate that stupidity.

From the time I first drove past the courthouse entrance to the time I actually walked in it was over 15 minutes of looking for a parking space and hiking through the employee garage and around the side of the building to get to the door.

"Security" wasn't too bad since I'd left everything non-essential in the car and my phone doesn't have a camera.  They have significantly upgraded the quality of the contract guards since the last time I was there.  They all spoke English and were actually professional.  Visually inspecting my cap after it had passed through the metal detector seemed silly, but compared to trying to explain to a non-English speaker why it was stupid to make me leave a Leatherman Micra at the check point it was a pleasant experience.

Up a couple escalators and I found Civil Intake without too much trouble.  Only one window, but only a couple people in line.  The older gentleman in front of me was picking up his permit forms (apparently he'd rather take a day trip than download them.  I guess retirement does that to some people-not that I'll ever know) and I listened to the verbal instructions to make sure I hadn't missed anything.  It turns out there is an obscure extra line in box 4 for identifying marks, scars, etc., and if you leave it blank they'll turn your application back.  I quickly wrote "none" on my three copies.

The clerk was an older white woman who was something of a chatty Kathy, but she was checking my forms while she talked so I let it wash by me.  I did comment on how silly I thought it was to require proof of county residency in the form of a utility bill, when I would have preferred to go to almost any other court house in the state based on getting around this place, which she agreed was difficult.  The coolest thing about the whole experience was the fact that the clerk that accepts concealed carry applications had an NRA mouse pad and a small note on her wall where it was difficult to see from outside that said, "Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don't."

Parking was $2 for an hour and you had to go to the pay station before getting in the car.  Total out of pocket to renew was $5 for notarizing my form, $50 for "processing", $2 for parking, three sets of six pages of documentation, and an envelope and stamp.  Plus almost two hours of my time, of course.

On the way back to the office I stopped at the optometrist to have my frames adjusted since one of the lenses dropped out while I was sitting at my desk yesterday.  An hour later I still feel a little high from the nail polish fumes after she applied some to the screws to keep them in place.

Now all I have to do is wait for my permit to be mailed.  Unfortunately, they get 45 days to process it before I can start bitching and my current permit expires in 13 days.

I almost tried to get my fingerprints done for my Utah permit while I was in the area, but when I looked for my forms last night they were all torn for some reason.  I will have to prostrate myself and request another packet from the instructor.

(Leave a comment)

Powered by LiveJournal.com