Dallas Birth Certificate Run Around

I went downtown to pick up birth certificates today. I planned ahead and looked up all the info, got cash (no checks accepted), filled out the forms, parked, hiked to the second floor of the not-so-Parkie records office at 509 Main and stood in line. The clerk behind the desk got to my youngest, entered his name and then said, “His name is too long, you have to go the vital statistics office to get his.”

What? His name is William Patterson. If you take his middle name and add up all the characters, mine is 2 letters longer than his, and she could print mine. I tried to tell her that. She stuck to her story.

So I hiked back to the car, drove to Dallas City Hall, parked, hiked even further and waited in that line. The lady at that window said there was no reason that the other office shouldn’t have been able to access it and that the “too long of a name” thing was absurd. Then she told me to wait about 45 minutes.

I love the Park Cities!