Professur
Well-Known Member
This morning I had to take my son to school. The wipers have been acting up on the old Olds, so I borrowed my mother's Civic. It's been snowing and the main road I'd have to take is a slushy mess and good wipers a must. On my way back from dropping him off ... blue and red lights in the mirror. Can't be for me ... I pull off out of his way, and he follows me to the curb. OK, what's this sh!t about ... as both doors behind me open. They'd pulled me over because the car was registered to a woman. Seriously?