When:
- the only ID you can produce is a check cashing card...
- and you say "well, I don't know WHERE my driver's license is, I haven't seen it in a while."
- and you're driving a "friend's car" that magically is short of a lot of paperwork...
The odds of you being suspended and not supposed to drive are suspiciously high.
Just your cop lesson for the day.
Just a few ramblings from a confused guy. Former military, former cop. Husband. Father. Student. Role playing gamer, on intermittent weeks. Avid reader. Internet addict. Small "l" libertarian. Too many others to mention. The views and opinions expressed herein are my own, and do not reflect those of any official agency or government or species. Names have been changed to protect the guilty; God protects the innocent as a matter of course.
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"This report is maybe 12-years-old. Parliament buried it, and it stayed buried till River dug it up. This is what they feared she knew. And they were right to fear because there's a whole universe of folk who are gonna know it, too. They're gonna see it. Somebody has to speak for these people. You all got on this boat for different reasons, but you all come to the same place. So now I'm asking more of you than I have before. Maybe all. Sure as I know anything I know this, they will try again. Maybe on another world, maybe on this very ground swept clean. A year from now, 10, they'll swing back to the belief that they can make people . . . better. And I do not hold to that. So no more running. I aim to misbehave." ~ Captain Malcom Reynolds
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Make that my SIL's car and a DoD card instead of debit card and you have me.
My three year old (two at the time) had "cleaned" my purse. Literally. As in she took the baggie of wipes and washed it. And dumped receipts on the floor of the car. And pretty much had the thing inside out.
Thankfully, the officer is also a father and saw her with everything scattered.
I found my license two days later. In the pocket of her dress. She called it her "Library Card."
Yep, and usually the "friend" who owns the car is some guy named "Boo" who lives somewhere in the neighborhood, and of course the driver doesn't know Boo's last name or where he lives...but he's still apparently tight enough with Boo that he has Boo's car.
Oh yeah...Boo loans it out to everyone, sort of like a community car. And it was last registered three to four years ago and it's bearing expired or stolen tags or a fake temp tag.
I think I know your guy.
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