The Toyota FJ Cruiser (or, as I like to call it, the F'n J) has a crack all the way across the windshield. It is unregistered and has been since October. (Yes, Dad, you are allowed to freak out.) For a few weeks I gently reminded (think, "nagged") my husband to take care of it. After all, it is his vehicle. He drives it every day to work in Salt Lake, 40 miles away. After the first few weeks of gentle reminders, I stopped because he is a big boy and I am not his mother.
Weeks passed.
Months passed.
Tonight, I got in the F'n J to go all of 4 blocks away from my house. I left without my bag (which contains my driver's license), because I had the cash I needed in my pocket and didn't want to worry about my bag. Guess what! I got pulled over! Yes I did! When the lights went on behind me, my first thought was, "Oh, I'm going to kill my husband!" Luckily, I got away with only a warning for not having my license and a citation for driving an unregistered vehicle. But from now on, I'll take my car wherever I go.
2 comments:
I think you have a REALLY good excuse to nag him about that next time! I'm glad you got a nice cop!
Love it. :D It sounds like just my luck. We drove around for something like four months without a front licence plate- I was CERTAIN I was going to get the ticket for it- but no amount of "encouraging" would get a certain husband to put it on... then I asked my dad- the stickler for laws- and it got done! Keep writing- I love to read it all! Also- I haven't forgotten to come look at your sheets- I just haven't gotten to it!! SORRY!
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