Funny Story

I ran into some trouble last week at the DMV. My plates had expired—they do that every year—but this time I waited too long to renew. The lady at the counter told me I would have to pay another fee, and then see a judge, and then MAYBE I would get to drive my own car home. I had seen this judge before. He had had it in for me ever since the cop failed to show up for my DUI hearing and I got off scot-free. I knew I was a goner. I started to panic. Journey was opening for Def Leopard and Styx tonight, and I was the only one left with a car that had working brakes and gasoline engine. So I took a deep breath and played it nice and cool. I flirted a little, and then retold this story I heard from Rich once: something about a dog that was an alcoholic and an ex-con. The girl couldn’t stop laughing—it totally worked! Not only did I get my car registered for free, but she gave me a whole role of those ‘I voted’ stickers. It was awesome.