Law & Order
Went to court this morning over the license tags I forgot to renew. (Actually, there’s a *lot* more to that story, but it’s not worth ranting about here.)
So, I walked up to the metal detector (it did pick up my metal hip) and the police lady says in a monotone: “Please place in this tray any metallic items such as keys, change, nail implements, foil or foil cigarette packs…”
I start unloading my pockets so that I can prove that the beep really is my hip, then I realize she’s continuing: “… knives, handguns, rifles, grenades, machine pistols, assault rifles, anti-aircraft weaponry, portable nuclear devices, fighter jets, tanks…”
I look incredulously at her and she gives me a “Gotcha” grin. I had to smile back. Plus, once in court, I didn’t get fined or anything either. For a court appearance, this wasn’t so bad.
