Or like yesterday, I got a ticket in the mail. What the heck? Well, it was addressed to my husband, so I accused him of getting a ticket. But, no, it was my daughter-in-law. Seems she got a speeding ticket in my car–she had told me about this earlier–the day I returned home from being in southern Calif. and she apologized. Bless her heart.
But she must have gotten pulled over by one of those cops that are raising money for the city–more ways to get Calif out of debt–he wrote on my ticket: no license plate on the front, windows too dark, and missing the registration sticker. Yea, I have paid for the registration and have not received the sticker. To get a duplicate, more money for the state. Are they doing this on purpose?
This makes me a little crazy because it is more work for me. (The kids have to pay the fines though.) And I have to go get these things fixed and signed off by a cop.
So I am in the market for the nice cop guy who will not make me rip the tint off my windows. After all this is my bat mobile.
Maybe I should wear my cat woman outfit and get these things signed off. Ahhhh, I am in my 50s, but maybe I can look a little like Michelle Pfeiffer–my dad used to say I looked like her. I can’t go to the guy who wrote the ticket, my daughter-in-law is in her early twenties, blonde and beautiful, if he was nasty enough to write her up, he is not the one. But from my experience, there are nice cops and power abusers.
Where is my cat woman outfit?
