the world has turned and left me here

the super troopers chick

The next episode in the saga occurs Saturday night. I come back from the coffee house to find a $100 ticket on my car. For not having the little expiration sticker on the license plates. I am...enraged by this. Not to mention I must now, for the 3rd month in a row, wonder how I am going to scrape together rent.

You know, whenever I tell this story now everyone goes "oh yeah that's really important" and acts like of course what idiot would not have expiration stickers on his car? But I am here to say I couldn't care less about your little stickers. They got lost in some pile of other paper junk & I was just too lazy to find them again.

Of course I realize their importance yada yada but there are overall, frankly, too many tedious bits of paper which I am supposed to care about. The best way I can describe it is that it makes me feel like the protagonist in Kafka's The Trial. There, I'm done now.

So I was pulled over once for this already, by a female cop who looks just like that chick from Super Troopers. That was months ago though. Now, get this, I am driving around after getting that ticket and a cop pulls up behind me at a red light. I am 100% sure that with all that time to study my plates I will get pulled over again. Busted twice in one night for the same stupid thing. Oh no. Sure enough, as soon as the light turns green I get pulled over.

And it's the same Super Troopers chick. Only this time, I think, we're a little more comfortable with each other, having been in that whole cop / evildoer position before. (Maybe next time I'll ask her out.) She bears tidings of great joy however: I can just take the ticket down with my registration and get it voided. The next day I go down and do just that.