No joking here. I am sure you will all be shocked to learn that one of our cars needs an inspection sticker. It expired many moons ago. We like to live on the edge. Tonight while I was on the edge holding down the fort, King Daddy was almost pushed off the edge, by the long arm of the law.
He was pulled over because the tail light is out on the Volvo. (He just called to relay this story to me and I, until the end of the story, had the unmistakable feeling that I may hurl all over myself, Kitty and the kitchen.) He sat on the side of the road for 5 minutes, then 10, 15, 20. At 20 minutes he begins to think that the State Trooper has called a tow truck to take the car away. Then 25 minutes goes by. No tow truck. The Trooper comes back to let him know that there is a guy in Texas who is using King Daddy's social security number, and that man has many outstanding OUIs.
I. Am. Not. Kidding.
Then the Trooper begins to question King Daddy, you know, trying to trip him up. As if the guy in Texas is my King. Come on! And as if King Daddy were this other man, he would fess up.
He got a fine for not having an inspection sticker.
He asked the Trooper what he should do about the SS number thing. The man in blue says, "Change your license number." Ya think?
p.s. could this explain the mysterious charges to our cc? Hmmm...