A major pain in the rear.
Well today I went to my tax assessor's office here in Bexar County (San Antonio, Tx).
Usually when I go there I wait in a line like a cow at a trough waiting to get my turn at a salt lick.
It is usually very busy inside, but due to this COVID-19 crap, it was very slow. The entrance was blocked by an automated full body scan, it checked for a mask, and temp. The computer, I guess also checks for weapons. This was expected.
When I got past the Spanish inquisition I spoke with a lady about what was needed, thankfully I had done plenty of prior research and had it all printed up and on hand, and at that time she gave me a number and asked me to take a seat.
I sat in a chair for about 12 minutes then got called up (man that was fast). I spoke with a very nice lady about registering my "Utility Trailer", just like it is stated on the Certificate of Origin. She seemed extremely confused and questioned me as to why it was so expensive for just a Utility Trailer (this was non of her business by the way). I told her that it was modified for my needs while still in the factory. She then questioned me about the empty weight. Keep in mind that I had already filled this all out and then printed it for her so it would be very neat and professional. by this time I am starting to get a bit upset but I stayed very level headed as I am pretty easy going most of the time.
The very nice and polite lady then made a phone call that was very long obviously about the registration to the person on the phone. This is something I have never seen them do before during a transaction. The clerk then went to the back office and spoke with a supervisor and kept pointing at the paperwork and looking at me occasionally. I felt as if they thought I was trying to register the space shuttle and flight plan like Elon Musk.