4.14.2010

Dents, Dinks, and Da Cops

My car is dented and dinked.

My bike is torn and shaved.

And my bank account is bruised and battered by the recession.

And...

Boo and I both got plugged for speeding tickets less than a week apart. I like to think of it as my charitable contribution to the men in blue. Only, this time it was more than I wanted to gift out.

I don't care about it going on my license. I don't care about the money. But I do care a crap load that I am being put through the ringer because I didn't have the insurance card in the car.

I have to call, fax, and sign my first born away to attest I had insurance on the day I was driving.

I have to fax a form to the insurance company. They have to sign and notarize and mail back originals while I have to sign, notarize and deliver in hand to the podunck police station the paperwork.

Seriously?!

I could carry a forged insurance document and be fine when pulled over so I don;t see why all this rig-a-ma-roll is needed other than to piss me off and entertain the bored law enforcements with a gamble game wether or not my lazy ass is going to get it done in time.

I will get it done.

I don't mind the ticket but I do mind the bullshit.

I had the insurance company send them my policy directly but because Boo was driving the car, I have to attest I gave him permission to drive.

I was in the freakin car!!

I am glad Podunk doesn't need to the court time to process real crimes.

I am glad they have time to come up with fun games to occupy there time.

I have the time to play too.


The Blonde is being charitable.


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