So she was pulled over Saturday night. She was afraid this would happen.
She let her plates expire, despite warnings from her mother, father, and friends. She knew, fully, what would happen.
The officer took her license, registration, and proof of insurance, standard procedure. She and her love proceeded to wait in the decepticar for thirty minutes, at least, only to hear the officer announce that the two of them had to collect their important belongings from the vehicle and exit the car, preparation for towing the vehicle to an impounding facility.
She was shocked, frightened, unknowing, especially when the officer told her that her license has been suspended since early September.
No.
How?
Why in the hell?
Her insurance agent did not do his job, he led her on telling her that everything was going to be fine, that he'd take care of everything.
He didn't.
So here she sits, two tickets summing up her pay for the week, car in impound, and a father that won't help her in the least.
She's leaving soon, I think her dad knows that. I don't know her father all that well but I'm assuming he has no clue about what goes on in her daughter's head. She's in pain, sir, and you're not helping.
Her mother and grandmother have been very supportive though, and for that I know she is grateful.
She'll have more to say about the situation soon, but for now she's gathering up her thoughts.
More soon, she promises.
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