Screaming Bean |
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Yesterday I left the house just to get out and about. Strange things ensued. Here's a transcript of a conversation that I had yesterday. Spouse: I'm going home early from work. Me: Oh, really? Why? S: I'm really not feeling all that great. I'm going home and taking a nap. M: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. S: By the way, my vehicle has no plates. M: Huh?!? S: Yeah, someone stole the plates off the car. M: Well, what are you going to do about this? S: Drive home. M: You have to report it! S: Yeah. I will. M: Like now would be good. So there went the spouse's nap prospects, because it turns out it's much more complicated than you would think when you lose your plates. For instance, we had no idea when this had happened. It could have happened yesterday, but since both plates were missing (including the bolts) and there were no steps in the snow behind the car, the CSI in me said it didn't happen then. So it happened maybe Friday afternoon?!? And the vehicle had been driven Friday night, Saturday morning/afternoon, Tuesday...and no one noticed? And the spouse didn't get pulled over? Dang, maybe we are truly invisible after all. That's my theory. Luckily I wasn't personally invested in those plates, since we now have new ones. And a new registration, and a new sticker. The only highlight is that we didn't have to actually pay for their replacement. And oh, don't ever try to report a crime in a small town between 2:30 and 3:00. That's when the shift change is and no one wants to do anything. On the other hand, I guess it would be a great time to commit a crime, since no one wants to do anything.
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