A run-in with the law.

Yes, today I found myself face to face with the po-po, and walked away with a little bit of paper that will see me $200 poorer in the near future. BECAUSE I HAD NO P-PLATES ON. To start with, I literally just jumped in Mum's car to drop Clare into work, the tossbag would have read my ID and saw that I lived 2 minutes away. But no. Apparantly a spotless track record, and 3 years of driving doesn't count for anything.

Anyway, that's not really my beef, I've kind of been tempting fate driving around with no plates on for a while so it's kind of my own fault, but it's just frustrating because it's not like being caught DUI or speeding...those kind of things risk your own life, and the lives of others. That's worth being fined $200 if you're going to be that stupid. Me not using my P plates, for ONE day, is hardly putting anyone in a position where they are going to die.

I was taking Clare to work at the time, and the policeman had us sitting in the car for 15 minutes, I don't know what he was doing, but it gave us time to suggest things that would be exponentially more funner than getting a dumb fine:

- Pulling away, and in order to avoid the double whammy of a speeding fine too, stick to the 50 speed limit, and lead him on a moderate-speed chase.
- Pretend to have a stroke.
- Get out of the car and put the P-plates on, making no attempt to conceal the fact we are doing so, then when he hands us the fine, look innocent and ask why? Continue to argue, as if P-plates had in fact been there all along. Continue until he draws his gun.
- Get out of the car and run into the bushes.
- Ask if we can be filmed and get to go on RBT.

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