After dropping Da Chimpz at school just now I decided to drive once again to the work-fare site where they test vehicle emissions -- I still need to do that so I can renew my registration. I wasn't sure if they'd be open before 9, but lo and behold they were.

I rolled down the window (fuckers) and let them hook up the car. As expected, my exhaust was within limits. Lots of inconvenience just to find that out.

Then they hooked something onto the gas-cap and wandered around for a few minutes looking befuddled. Then they printed out a receipt saying my car failed.

"It's an easy fix," the state-employee explained. "Just buy a new gas cap."

"You know," I replied, "if there was really something wrong with that gas cap the engine-light would be on."

He responded with his standard "I'm only following orders" nonsense and sent me on my way to waste even more fuel as I drive around town to purchase a gas cap and then drive back to the drive-thru house of emissions-pain. As if I have nothing better to do. Asshats.

Hey, emissions-test dude: your Ohio pension is unfunded. Ha!