It never ceases to amaze me when real-life irony just chomps down and bites me on the ass.
There are a lot of deadlines in life where Jerry and I have it together. Movie rentals? Always back on the day they're due. Returning things we borrowed from friends in a timely manner? Absolutely. Paying our bills on time? Please. Give me a real time crunch ... like putting out a daily newspaper.
But when it comes to our vehicles, deadlines come and go unnoticed. Like when the inspection sticker is up.
In fact, Jerry's inspection was so overdue that the annual deadline came around again. As in, his car was supposed to be inspected in February of 2006. Fast forward a year and we finally realized that it needed to be taken care of. In our defense, those tiny window stickers are, by design, intended to be overlooked and not obscure a driver's line of vision. Well Department of Motor Vehicles, maybe they should be a little bigger. Like coating the entire windshield. Because who the hell keeps track of such things? Okay, well, besides my anally organized parents.
So, when we finally realized that Jerry's inspection was overdue by an entire 365 days and counting, he made an appointment at a nearby garage for later this week and we vowed to only drive my car in the meantime. Fortunately, our new schedule allows us to do that.
And here's where Captain Irony rears his twisted humor-filled head.
While driving to work on Monday in my car, Jerry got pulled over. Apparently police officers who are forced to take the graveyard shift have nothing better to do than look for the minutia.
My registration sticker was overdue. Since April.
As an aside, just to add further insult to injury, the officer was a fan of the radio morning show that Jerry replaced. When the cop asked what happened, Jerry just laughed and said something along the lines of, "Any second now, you're going to turn into my mother and there's going to be a circus monkey juggling flaming swords in the back seat and then I'm going to wake up."
I guess the cop laughed. But he still womped us with a $150 fine. Suck.
But you bet your ass I'm going to fight it. We went online later that afternoon and updated my registration, we both filed a change of address and even had the DMV send a notice to voter registration. And Jerry's car will be fully legal by tomorrow afternoon.
I'm pretty sure there's a moral to be learned in here somewhere, but all I know is that I feel like I'm trapped in an Alanis Morresette song.