Last night proved to have one exceptionally amusing incident. When I was getting ready to leave, I remotely started my car to give it a chance to warm up. As I was sitting, I noticed an incredibly bright light coming in the window. When I got up to get a better look, I realized that there was a police officer sitting directly behind my car shining that bright beam into it.
My first thought was that he would write me a ticket for my expired plates. However, I remembered that expired license plates is considered a moving violation, and since the car wasn’t moving, it couldn’t be issued. The officer got out of his car and went up to mine. He started shining his flashlight into the driver’s side window, but to no avail. Because of the extreme tinting, he couldn’t see in at all. He then got the ingenious idea of looking in the front windshield instead. However, the tinting on the windshield nipped that idea right in the bud as well.
At that moment, I turned my car off and armed it. He turned his flashlight off, hung his head in defeat, and walked back to his vehicle. He simply drove off, leaving my car unscathed by his supposed authority. Karl Marx would be proud of the proletariat’s victory over the bourgeois, or in this case, a representative thereof.
|:| Zach |:|
