||[Feb. 3rd, 2010|07:51 am]
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So, it's a typical night on my third shift at the Kangaroo (Gas station/Convenience store) I work at. Per usual, a group of Police Officers come in and chat up the place and generally hang out, drink coffee, and eat donuts. (Yes, yes, they actually do. But they buy other snacks too, it's just more fun to make fun of them for the donuts). They're really cool guys generally, and tell fantastic stories about arrests and chases they've been in, and one guy is an ex-marine. They hang out anywhere between thirty minutes to hours, depending on how bored/busy the night is.
Well, like I said, tonight was a typical night when three or so of them came in. I was cleaning, as I usually am when they hang out. So they came in, we chatted about random things, and I found out one was a fellow gun enthusiast. We got to talking about stuff, joking back and forth and whatnot. After I said something, one of them said, "Hey, what time to you get off?" to which I replied "Seven." He grinned and said, "Well, why don't I just wait out there until you leave, and write you a ticket?" I laughed, figuring he was joking, and said, "For what?"
"Your tags are expired, man. Went out June last year." I was shocked. The sudden realization hit me that I'd never renewed them, with as much shit as I've been through in the past half year. It also hit me that he'd known, for a while now. He said that he thought I knew, and I just didn't care about it. The conversation went a bit more serious, they started asking me how I could not have known they were out, and I asked them how to get my tags renewed because I've never done it myself. I was pretty shaken up over the ordeal (not too bad, but I tend to get really worked up over things like this), because a ticket is the last thing I need. The conversation eventually lightened back up, and they guy said he was joking about the ticket.
I was still worried, and promised myself I'd get my tags redone, with the money I already know I'm going to be short for my next month's rent. It's inconvenient, but not impossible. And it could've been worse.
Cops are really fucking cool people.