So I had already mentioned that, thanks to SyFy Channel, my Easter was off to a bad start.
Then, I'm on my way to mom's house when I see a police cruiser hanging out alongside Route 9. I continue toward Boston when suddenly I see the cruiser behind me, with lights flashing. Crap. I pull over.
"Do you know why I stopped you," he asks.
In all honesty, I don't. I wing it. "Was I speeding?" I ask.
"No. Your inspection sticker is expired."
I look over to the passenger's side of my windshield. Shit. I can see "2" and "2011" on it. I've lost track of time. It's April now.
Honestly, I'm shocked this hasn't happened sooner. Two weeks ago I learned that they do Saturday night sobriety checks on the Quinsigammond Bridge up the street from me, as I got stuck in one, and the officer apparently never noticed my expired sticker. And I've been tailed by numerous other crusiers in the month-and-a-half since my sticker expired. Maybe the cops aren't as observant as I give them credit for.
I give him my license and registration. He hands me back a $50 ticket.
This opens up a can of worms. This would be a really lame excuse to bag out of Easter dinner with Mom. But I'm in Westboro and still have a long way to get to her place. Theoretically I could spend all afternoon getting stopped in each town on the way to Boston. And if I get the wrong officer, maybe my car will get towed. Can I claim double jeopardy if I get stopped again? It'd be a long walk to Boston, especially with Easter dinner in tow.
Luckily I avoided any other sirens (though I did have two cruisers within striking distance). The rest of Easter went without a hitch.
Now to go get my car inspected this morning.