divine angst

I got another expired inspection ticket today. (I got one last August, too, in a different car.) Not a big deal—they’re cheap to take care of, and the cop was actually quite nice about the whole thing. I actually think he felt bad about it—the car is in my dad’s name and we’re just borrowing it, so I’m not really responsible for the inspection.

Anyway, the funniest part about getting the ticket wasn’t how he kept telling me how small a deal this was—that it won’t go on my record if I pay the full fine, that I can probably still get it waived even though it’s WAY expired, that I have until at least the end of next week to take care of it—but rather how he asked me THREE TIMES whether or not I was wearing my contacts.

Dude. If I weren’t wearing my contacts, I would not have seen you pull me over. Seriously.