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Here in Tennessee you get a license plate for a vehicle and you keep it forever. You just keep renewing it. There's one sticker for the month and then you pile up "year" stickers on the other corner of the tag.
It was the same thing in South Carolina. When they first started that in SC, it was no time before somebody peeled the sticker that came in the mail and then they thought they had to lick it to make it stick. That was weird news, a hospital trip to get the sticker removed from the tongue. Then I guess the "victim' had to jump through hoops to get another sticker for the tag to add insult to injury.
I was walking through the parking lot at the paper mill in SC so many years ago. The lot was full, I had to park a long way away. Just walking, ho-hum, I have no idea how I notice so much stuff. I'm highly visual on the uptake I guess. There was a pickup truck, the tag's sticker had expired about 6 months ago.
I knew exactly whose truck that was. I went out on the machine floor and found him. I told him, "Dude, your tag expired a long time ago." I wish I'd had a video camera. He got pale, weak at the knees and trembling. He was desperately afraid to drive the truck back home that night although he'd been driving it like that for 6 months.
It turned out, his wife handled all the mail and she had tossed the renewal sticker in a pile, unopened envelope. An envelope that sat there for 6 months. He was good, but his tag didn't show it. At worst, that would have taken some splainin' to do if he'd gotten pulled over but I don't think he'd have been in any trouble. But he was afraid when I told him about it. Deathly afraid. Terrified.
It was the same thing in South Carolina. When they first started that in SC, it was no time before somebody peeled the sticker that came in the mail and then they thought they had to lick it to make it stick. That was weird news, a hospital trip to get the sticker removed from the tongue. Then I guess the "victim' had to jump through hoops to get another sticker for the tag to add insult to injury.
I was walking through the parking lot at the paper mill in SC so many years ago. The lot was full, I had to park a long way away. Just walking, ho-hum, I have no idea how I notice so much stuff. I'm highly visual on the uptake I guess. There was a pickup truck, the tag's sticker had expired about 6 months ago.
I knew exactly whose truck that was. I went out on the machine floor and found him. I told him, "Dude, your tag expired a long time ago." I wish I'd had a video camera. He got pale, weak at the knees and trembling. He was desperately afraid to drive the truck back home that night although he'd been driving it like that for 6 months.
It turned out, his wife handled all the mail and she had tossed the renewal sticker in a pile, unopened envelope. An envelope that sat there for 6 months. He was good, but his tag didn't show it. At worst, that would have taken some splainin' to do if he'd gotten pulled over but I don't think he'd have been in any trouble. But he was afraid when I told him about it. Deathly afraid. Terrified.
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