Monday, February 4, 2019
Chinese New Year
I won't speak of Maroon Five (or whatever they're called), of football and such. Yesterday was the Chinese New Year, whatever that means. All I know is that it was another weird and lazy day for me. I can sleep forever it seems. All I have to do is lie down and close my eyes. It is an escape, perhaps.
My license tag was out of date on February 1. I meant to renew it that day, but time ran out, so I put it off until today, Monday. Yesterday while driving to the grocery store, I saw a cop in my rear view mirror. "Great," I said to Ili. "He'll pull me over."
The light turned green and I went straight. So did he. I put on my blinker to turn into the grocery store parking lot. So did he. I drove very slowly and stopped at all the appropriate places so that my car did the old kickback. I turned up an aisle to park. He put on the flashing blues. He approached the car as they always do, like a cat burglar, speaking to me from the rear fender. Turning left for me is not impossible, but it is awful. I must have looked monstrous as I tried to peer back at him.
"Does your window roll down?"
"It could," I chuckled.
"Is this your vehicle?"
"What's your first name?"
"Wait a minute. Something's wrong."
I was proffering my driver's license.
"This tag came up as belonging to. . . ." He said a woman's name. "Let me check again."
Seems he was off by one digit. He was very polite in apologizing for pulling me over. I had to laugh. He didn't notice the outdated tag.