Dead County Sticker Redux
I drove four blocks to the post office where I was the only customer and bought a stamped envelope into which I inserted a check to the general contractor and after licking the glue put it in the slot that says local mail. From there I drove two blocks to the Treasurer's office where I was the only customer and for twenty dollars got a new Rappahannock county sticker for my windshield. I walked next door to the courthouse and entered into a vestibule where finding the third door on the right I was the only customer and paid 86 dollars for the ticket I received last weekend for not having the current county sticker. From there I drove about a mile to the farm supply co-op and bought some cleaning supplies and a pack of single edged razor blades. There were three other customers. In the parking lot I started scraping off the sticker with one of the razor blades but convincing myself I was over-reacting to the urgency of a new windshield sticker I discontinued and drove home. About a hundred yards from the driveway a trooper is parked and I pass him going the posted speed limit and my left turn signal on. The trooper flashed his pretty lights and followed me into the driveway. I turned down the death metal on the radio and covered up the AK-47 with a blanket. The trooper pulled up to my left rear and I rolled down my windshield. He said can I see your license and I said is that really necessary? He reached in and got me in a choke hold and pulled me out through the open window and dragged me to the front of his car and threw me up on the hood. You are in a heap of trouble he said. I retorted--you bastard. He pulled a sap from his belt and hit me in the right temple. I cried out--you did it purposely. He put the cuffs on me. I said, I'm telling Mr. BC and he will have your badge. What really happened was he said can I see your license and I said sure while trying to hide the stitching on my wallet that says Bad Mother Fucker and he said hey didn't I ticket you the other day and I said you sure did and he laughs and I say I got the new sticker and he drives off. I don't own an AK-47 and I don't listen to death metal.
But you are a Bad Mother Fucker.
That is just the kind of attitude that gets you thrown up against police cars.
you drop this?
you should listen to Celtic Frost. Then you would be a bad futhermucker.
Remind me of the circumstances of the girl in your childhood who uttered the phrase "You did it purposely." Am I mistaken that it was a Bencrest era event?
A very brilliant but somewhat unpopular homely and out of place Australian girl stuck in Texas during our early teenage years. It was what she said when someone pulled a prank, or did something mean to her.
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I drove four blocks to the post office where I was the only customer and bought a stamped envelope into which I inserted a check to the general contractor and after licking the glue put it in the slot that says local mail. From there I drove two blocks to the Treasurer's office where I was the only customer and for twenty dollars got a new Rappahannock county sticker for my windshield. I walked next door to the courthouse and entered into a vestibule where finding the third door on the right I was the only customer and paid 86 dollars for the ticket I received last weekend for not having the current county sticker. From there I drove about a mile to the farm supply co-op and bought some cleaning supplies and a pack of single edged razor blades. There were three other customers. In the parking lot I started scraping off the sticker with one of the razor blades but convincing myself I was over-reacting to the urgency of a new windshield sticker I discontinued and drove home. About a hundred yards from the driveway a trooper is parked and I pass him going the posted speed limit and my left turn signal on. The trooper flashed his pretty lights and followed me into the driveway. I turned down the death metal on the radio and covered up the AK-47 with a blanket. The trooper pulled up to my left rear and I rolled down my windshield. He said can I see your license and I said is that really necessary? He reached in and got me in a choke hold and pulled me out through the open window and dragged me to the front of his car and threw me up on the hood. You are in a heap of trouble he said. I retorted--you bastard. He pulled a sap from his belt and hit me in the right temple. I cried out--you did it purposely. He put the cuffs on me. I said, I'm telling Mr. BC and he will have your badge. What really happened was he said can I see your license and I said sure while trying to hide the stitching on my wallet that says Bad Mother Fucker and he said hey didn't I ticket you the other day and I said you sure did and he laughs and I say I got the new sticker and he drives off. I don't own an AK-47 and I don't listen to death metal.
- jimlouis 6-20-2008 6:52 pm
But you are a Bad Mother Fucker.
- adman 6-20-2008 7:05 pm [add a comment]
That is just the kind of attitude that gets you thrown up against police cars.
- jimlouis 6-20-2008 8:53 pm [add a comment]
you drop this?
- bill 6-20-2008 9:03 pm [add a comment]
you should listen to Celtic Frost. Then you would be a bad futhermucker.
- ken 6-20-2008 9:29 pm [add a comment]
Remind me of the circumstances of the girl in your childhood who uttered the phrase "You did it purposely." Am I mistaken that it was a Bencrest era event?
- Craig (guest) 6-24-2008 4:37 pm [add a comment]
A very brilliant but somewhat unpopular homely and out of place Australian girl stuck in Texas during our early teenage years. It was what she said when someone pulled a prank, or did something mean to her.
- jimlouis 6-24-2008 4:49 pm [add a comment]