Art Eatman
Staff in Memoriam
Local drives ancient, clapped-out pickup to Post Office. Constable (Wearing his Colt Lightning replica, of course, with his really nice hand-tooled shell-belt and holster that he made, hisownself) pulls up alongside.
C: "Your license plate is out of date." (By four years or so.)
L: "Yeah, and I don't have any insurance or inspection sticker, either, but don't tell the Law."
C: "I AM the Law!"
L: "Oh. Yeah, right. Okay, forget I said anything."
C: "Okay."
And that's the way it is...
Later, Art
C: "Your license plate is out of date." (By four years or so.)
L: "Yeah, and I don't have any insurance or inspection sticker, either, but don't tell the Law."
C: "I AM the Law!"
L: "Oh. Yeah, right. Okay, forget I said anything."
C: "Okay."
And that's the way it is...
Later, Art