Oh my God, I had the shit scared out of me this morning. I ran up to the quick shop to get some donuts and as I was driving, my muffler fell apart. I've been duct taping it together for quite a while now, but I guess it's time to do something about it.
So, I'm about a block away from my house and I see a car behind me. Of course I'm a-praying my butt off at that moment and then it happend. The flashing lights, blinking lights. Holy shit, my car is so not LEGAL it's crazy!
So the cop comes up and thank God he's from the sheriff's department and not a local cop. I said, I think my muffler fell off and he said yeah and then he looks around the car, comes back and says, "so, you wanna tell me about your plates?" I said, I know they're expired. He says, "Is that your artwork on them?" I said, I think my nephew did that. <see, I printed off a new "year" tag and glued it on the plate, but it rained and the black ink ran. I'm such a fuck up.>
Then I told him that I live right there next door to Judy. He said her last name and I said yes. Can I please just go home and put this thing away? He asked me if I had any warrants and I said no, then he asked me for a valid driver's license. I gave it to him, told him how we moved up here and my husband was running the job at the sewer treatment plant.
He said, ok, and let me go.
OH MY GOD - THANK YOU
And to top it all off, when I pulled into the garage, the muffler caught on the little curb going in to the garage and the whole fucken thing came off. It is so rusted, and full of holes, pipe section and muffler section in several pieces.
By the way, no doughnuts!
Nina