So the house hunk was in an accident a couple weeks ago and the only damage to our SUV was the loss of the license plate fastener on the front bumper. It seems that the fastener requires special screws that are only sold by the dealer. So they're on order. The license plate is sitting on the floor behind the driver's seat.
Last night the house hunk took me out for Valentines Day. I usually drive when I'm in the car. Why? I have no idea. Anyway, two blocks from our apartment, a nice hunky young officer pulled us over. Why? You guessed it--no license plate on the front bumper.
The house hunk explained about the accident. The officer said, "Uh-huh." And he went and sat in his car for a while. Finally, he came back, handed us a warning citation and told my husband to keep it in his wallet in case another officer stopped him before he fixed the plate. Sigh.
I NEVER have had a violation on my license. Actually, I don't remember ever being stopped before. So my stomach was quivering. NOT exactly the time to go eat.
Anyway, we went on our way. About six miles down the road, traffic was at a dead stop. Three cars had a disagreement about who had the right of way. The had the disagreement in the middle of an intersection. Stop. Go. Stop. Go.
Finally inched past that mess and traffic picked up... for about two miles. Then it came to a dead stop again. Two cars had a disagreement about who had the right of way--in the middle of the intersection where we had to turn to go to the restaurant. I turned to the house hunk and asked him, "Are you sure we're supposed to go out tonight?"
The police wouldn't let us turn so we drove...and drove...and drove until we finally found a street to turn around and drive back toward the restaurant. By the time we reached that intersection, everything was cleared up. Time? One hour and fifteen minutes for a twenty minute drive.
I think the next time we go out, we'll drive the other direction.