Tagged (or Not Tagged)

So I was waiting in a median to turn left across a busy road, hitting it just at the wrong time (as a light had released a shitload of cars and they naturally began spacing themselves in such a way that I could not zip between them to cross). As I was sitting there, a police cruiser pulled in behind me.

I had renewed my tag after my birthday (in September) but have not put the sticker on my license plate to show that my registration is paid up. And now that it’s 2006, anyone can look at the tag, see the ‘05 sticker, and know that my tag is expired . . . no matter what month it is. Anyway, I was convinced that the officer was staring down my tag and was going to pull me over once we got across the road.

Finally there was a big break in the traffic and we both crossed. I was relieved that he didn’t turn on his lights. Maybe he didn’t notice. Or maybe an expired tag is a secondary offense and they can’t pull you over for it. Whatever the case, I’m tempted to drive without the sticker until I get one for 2007. Because, y’know, I’m not entirely sure I can find the one for this year.

Posted by Scott-san on 01/03 at 02:52 PM
  1. If this had happened to me?  Yeah, I would’ve been cuffed and hobbled on the hood of my car.  Cops hate me for some reason.  Probably all the anti-Bush stickers on the back of my car.

    Posted by styro  on  03/14  at  09:37 AM
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