I got pulled over tonight for the second time in a week. No whining about the injustice of it all…I had a headlight out and was not surprised. The first time, five days ago, the officer who gave me what he called a “fix-it ticket” said I had until March 3rd to get it fixed. “Cool,” I thought. “That’ll give me time to get the manual and venture into the world of auto hacking.”
Except tonight, when I got pulled over, and immediately handed the officer my license and the ticket, he told me that I was supposed to get it fixed 48 hours after the first citation. WTF? Can’t they even get their stories straight? Fortunately, he let me go without hitting my with what I’m sure would be a stiff fine.
But you can bet you boots that after drinking 1 glass of wine with dinner tonight, I waited an extra-special amount of time before driving home.
So this weekend, if you see a confused guy on a Silverlake street, peering quizzically at the disassembled headlight of a yellow Beetle, that’ll be me.