patrickduffy

What a weird day. Shortly after I got home from a busy day at work (with frantic/impatient customers holiday shopping) someone pointed out that my license plate was not on my truck. I suddenly felt like the dude. No, a "Chinaman" (not the prefered nomenclature, mind you) didn't pee on my rug, but they stole my fuckin' license plate. And, yes, it really tied the truck together. And while the officer was taking down all the necessary info, I was tempted to report a stolen briefcase. In hopes he would ask, "What was in the briefcase?" To which I would've replied, "Papers...business papers." Enticing him to ask, "What do you do?" So I could seal the deal with, "I'm unemployed". Now that would have been awesome...but I didn't. I just jumped through the hoops, and now get to go sit at the revenue office tomorrow to get myself a new fucking license plate. Bunch of savages in this town.