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So right now I am supposed to be cleaning and closing the gym, but I'd rather talk about today's aventures.
It's 12:30 on a lovely afternoon in the small town of Meredith, New Hampshire. The sun is shining for the first time in weeks, and I roll my windows in my truck down to feel the cool breeze on my face. Riding down Waukewan St, I see a state trooper sitting in a speed trap. I cautiously slow down and wave politely to the officer. Approximately 10 seconds after, I see flashing blue lights in my window and my heart stops as I think "Fuck, I have a twelve of Corona in the back, and my truck isn't registered." So I pull over, turn down my music, and prepare for my acting to start. The officer walks over and I flash him a BIG smile, lots of teeth. And, Action.
"Hey Officer, how are you on this lovely day?"
"I'm fine ma'am, do you know why I am pulling you over?"
"If I had to guess it would be because there is no sticker on my windshield. However, sir, I do have a perfectly respectable reason for that. You see, a rock cracked my windshield a few weeks ago, and I had to have the window replaced, because cracks are illegal and I, being a law obedying citizen, got it fixed at Midas. But when they replaced the windshield they forgot to replace the inspection sticker, so now I have to drive all the way to Concord to get it fixed!!"
"Oh wow, well that is quite inconveniant for you. You should file a complaint."
"Oh I will sir."
"Okay, well then have a nice day."
"You too!! Enjoy the sun!"
And he proceeds to walk to his car and drive away waving goodbye. All the while I'm laughing my ass of in my truck because he didn't even ask to see my license or registration and I had neither.
And that my friends, is how to talk your way out of a ticket. (Believe me, I'm an expert, this is my 10th time doing it)