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I walked in asking for an inspection. My mistake I suppose for bringing my husband with me. He’s got brown skin and some tattoos. As soon as we came in, the old geezer sat at the desk started glaring at him. He then asked for paperwork to prove it was my vehicle, I can only assume he either thought it was stolen or was too fat and lazy to get the VIN off the car. As soon as I told him I didn’t have my title with me, because why would I carry that around. It’s not required to get an inspection. He gave me a real nasty ugly look and said “yeah I’ll pass go somewhere else”.