Am I too late to represent for the Internet fanfic perverts?
Not least of all because I had my car paid up on time, but the tags didn't go on for about three months because I kept getting distracted. And, hey!
I once paid mine well within time, then stuck it in the glove compartment, where I forgot about it until a cop pulled me over for having expired tags.
I like the fan fic thread name too, unless we want to with Internet fanfic perverts, united.
I once paid mine well within time, then stuck it in the glove compartment, where I forgot about it until a cop pulled me over for having expired tags.
Did you say, "Oops, I have them right here; I can put them on right now"? If so, did that help?
In Wisconsin, when you got a license plate it had the current year already on it, so you didn't have to stick a tag on until you renewed. So when I bought my Focus in Chicago, I never put the first year tag on at all. Luckily, I never got in trouble.
I stepped outside a little while ago.
Oh dear lord, the hellweather is back. It was actually nice this morning! What happened?
Did you say, "Oops, I have them right here; I can put them on right now"? If so, did that help?
Actually, I think I groaned, called myself an idiot, and then showed the tags to the cop. I don't think he was set on giving me a ticket, since he had already given me an out by asking if I hadn't paid it, or maybe they had fallen off without my noticing.
No ticket, in any case.
At least you had pizza.
It doesn't make up for the critical mass of stupidity in my work inbox, my hand to god.
Illinois cops check the database before pulling you over for plate registration expiration. About ten years ago, I had the paperwork in my purse because I knew I was a day or two past the month lagtime that they give you to renew your plates, and sure enough, I got pulled over (by a gorgeous pocket Peter Gallagher lookalike!) and ticketed.
Earlier this year, I renewed on the last possible date before expiration, but since I renewed at the currency exchange and not the SOS official bureau office, the paperwork hadn't been filed with them when I was pulled over two weeks later. I guess I had been acting suspiciously (I saw the cop pull in behind me, and moved over to the right lane and stayed at exactly the speed limit--I was driving without insurance, and did not want to be pulled over), so he checked the database and saw that the plates were apparently out of date, even though I had the sticker on. Luckily, he just asked for my DL and registration, and not proof of insurance (whew!), and when he saw my hometown (30 miles south of where I was, near work), he said that that's where he lived, too! So, when he told me the registration wasn't filed yet, I complained about the currency exchange place near my apartment. He was familiar with it since he was a local, and handwaved it as paperwork snafu. No ticket, and he never asked about insurance, thank G-d! (I'm now insured, don't worry.)
It doesn't make up for the critical mass of stupidity in my work inbox, my hand to god.
And you don't want the young lad? Oh well, don't say we don't ever try to give you nice things.
Mmm, pizza. I need food.
Actually, I think I groaned, called myself an idiot, and then showed the tags to the cop.
Kinda thinking this is going to be me. They are in the car, it is just that the car is far to dirty to try and stick anything to it right now. Wait ... tags aren't on because of weather ... weather is an act of god. Can I blame this on the fundamentalists?
I can't believe I'm irritated again!
Man, man, man.
On with the headphones, into the music.