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So, just to make this even more like a bad "she's having a baby" film....
When we left the doctors office, I headed to work. Now, this is on the other side of town and i am still in such a state of shock that I am pretty sure I was talking incoherently to myself while I was driving. I notice that behind me is a nice man on a motorcycle in uniform. I don't think much of it, untill he follows behind me for about 5 miles. Sure enough, he hits the lights, and I pull over.
Do you know why I pulled you over?
No sir.
Your registration is expired.
Oh damnit.
Do you have a current copy of it in your car?
Um....
At this point I am so shell shocked it takes me 5 tries to get the damn glove box open. Needless to say, the nice officer notices this.
You ok sir? What's wrong?
I'm having twins. (At which point I hold up the ultrasound pictures)
Holy shit, that is some news when did you find out?
20 minutes ago.
Oooooh. You have your drivers license?
*hand license over*
I'll be right back.
He goes and runs my license and I proceed to try and put everything back in the glove box, which is WAY beyond my motor control at this point.
Sir, your registration IS expired. Promise me you will get it taken care of and I won't give you a ticket. You're going to need that money for those twins.
Sometimes, I just freakin love the Tucson PD. A couple days later though, and I can't stop laughing about this. Oh, and and it turns out my registration expired in JUNE. This was one awesome freaking cop.
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Bad spellers of the world untie!!!
I am the one you warned me of
I seem to have misplaced the bullet with your name on it, but I have a whole box addressed to occupant.
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