Written Up

It happens. We all pay sooner or later. Some of us pay more, some of pay less, but we all pay. My turn came up in New York. As is pulled into the inspection station I could see him waving all the New York tags ahead of me on thru. I should have known then what was in store fore me. "Do you know that left rear mud-flap is a full inch shorter than the right one?“ he asked. “Uhh, no, I didn’t.” I answered meekly. “Also, I can quickly see that none of the tread patterns on your trailer tires match. Looks like we’re going to have to do a full inspection.” He chirped, smiling vehemently. Uhhh-ohhhhh…