TweetI stayed in South Carolina for a couple years when I did GIS for power companies. They need somebody to light a fire under their ass. I spent 2 full days in Columbia, SC because of their stupid slow asses. And there ain't no giveing them a call to resolve an issue with your license. No one will answer the phone, literally.
The whole problem started when I got pulled over and listened to one of their city cops where I was, tell me that because I had an apartment there that I had to have a license from there. He was wrong. I wasn't a SC resident, but I listened to him and went thru hell doing it. Then last year I got a letter and had to pay $2,700 SC state taxes from listening to that dum****. We don't have those state taxes in FL. He really fuked me up. I'm glad I didn't claim residency in every state that I worked in. Fukkin jackass pig fukface diksniffer. South Carolina...thank *** I'm outa that state. No offense to anyone from there. There's worse. I spent 8 months in Mississippi. The MS Delta at that. I learned why that's where the blues was born.