After all the trouble getting the license plate and scheduling and rescheduling everything, yesterday was the day that I had to get the car to the police station to get the fix it ticket signed off.
I managed to get the license plate, tape, and cleaning wipes to the car. I found a good spot to attach the plate. I had been warned that the tape I used will be PERMANENT. No problem.
I got up to the police station and there were two women in the station already. They also had a fix it ticket to take care of. I overheard “Well, your fix it ticket is for not having the sticker on your car. Your sticker is there in your hand, so I can’t sign off that it was fixed, because I can see that it wasn’t. If it’s in your hand, it’s not on your car.” The response: “We left the car at home, so we wanted to show that we got the sticker.” Ummmm…. The very patient officer suggested that they go home and put the sticker on the car and then try to get the ticket signed. “but, the type of ticket you have requires you to go downtown to fix it, or over to the college.” Oh, boy… I was not hopeful that I could get my ticket signed.
The officer sent the two ladies on their way. I didn’t even get a chance to say anything and the officer took the ticket from me. “Oh, a license plate. I actually have to go look.” I told him to look at it as getting a walk and some fresh air in. “A walk? How far away did you park? Don’t tell me you left your car at home, too!” No no. It’s across the street about four cars down, parked perpendicularly. He looked at it. “Yes, there’s a plate there.” He signed my paper and I thanked him and told him to enjoy his walk back. He said that he was glad I didn’t go when it was raining.
I got home and copied the paperwork and got it in an envelope with a stamp. We even made it to the post office that same day.
Now, I just need the radio pulled out of the other car, and I’ll donate that. Getting stuff done! I am not mentioning the library books that need to go back before I leave on my trip.