I got pulled over by the fuzz again last night on my way home. Here's the way the conversation went:
Officer: You have a headlight out.
Me: I know. (reaches into back seat) Here's the replacement bulb. I just bought it yesterday. Here's the receipt if you want to see that I really did get it yesterday.
Officer: Oh, no problem. Do you have your license?
Me: Sure. (hands over license. Officer then stares at it for a bit.)
Officer: This is you?
Me: Yep. It's an old picture and I shaved my head.
Officer: Hm ....... yeah, okay. I see it. Alright, well you have registration and insurance, right?
Me: Yeah. Here's my registration. I don't have my new insurance card in my wallet yet, though.
Officer: That's okay. When you were getting out your license, I saw your insurance card in your wallet. Let me just go take a look at your registration to make sure you're not an axe murderer.
Me: Okay! (nervous laughter) (Officer goes to his car and comes back a moment later)
Officer: Okay, boss. You're all set. Get that light fixed.
Me: Will do! (I drive off.)
So, to recap: I got pulled over for having a headlight out and didn't have proof of current insurance. Additionally, I'm completely unshaven, wearing a skull and crossbones t-shirt, 40 lbs heavier and 6 years older making me apparently unrecognizable from my license photo, and the back seat of my run down Camero is so messy that I look like an axe murderer/hermit. Still, my freakin' luck with the Police is such that I drive off without so much as a fix it ticket.
I am very worried that my luck is going to run out soon in a big way. Sooner or later I'm going to lose my wallet and drive without insurance or registration into the middle of a Police funeral and it'll be all over for me.
And when that happens, I don't think any of my friends will feel bad for me. They'll simply feel that I finally got what I deserved.