Today was a good day. Christmas shopping was a success from start to finish. I managed to find my way downtown without the use of a gps and at the same time I was able to manoeuvre my van into a space that could only be meant for a smart car (I’m speaking of size not intelligence) and I did this with perfection. I realized the chances of getting the van out of the same space were slim but damn it I got it in there (that’s what he said) and my parallel parking was priceless. (Actually it cost me 5 dollars but totally worth it.)
I was satisfied with my purchases even though I spent twice as much as I had intended. But it’s Christmas and I decided it was easier to throw money at the problem than to have to spend one more minute shopping in the mall, dodging screaming baby strollers; slow walkers; and those annoying perfume spraying store stalkers. Where’s the no scent policy posted?
But the best part of the day was the drive home. While minding my own business for a change, a police car pulled up beside me and the officer inside rolled down the window only to inform me that my vehicle registration expired a week ago. Before I could plead my case, citing the usual (momentarily insane), the officer said, “Consider this an early Christmas gift. Normally it’s a $110 dollar fine. Merry Christmas!” It was like the Monopoly guy giving me a free pass out of jail.
This might be the one situation where it is not better to give than to receive.
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