hats off to you, bud

imagine the keller family all cooped up in our little pickup truck. imagine me with my knees jabbing my chin. imagine bella in the back with the vaccuum, lawn mower, trimmer, broom, dust pan, and other various cleaning supplies. imagine jared puttzing along 4th street, like he always does, on our way to work on the dunn house. imagine a good ol' bannock county po-lice man turning his bright flashing lights on and pulling us over. imagine, just imagine, jared muttering under his breath, a lovely word you may not want to imagine.

license.

registration.

proof of insurance.

please.

imagine us searching for five minutes for the said above while Officer Long waited patiently outside the truck.

imagine me leaning forward as much as i could so jared could open the center console sideways. imagine everything falling out - except our proof of insurance. except our registration.

imagine us asking the officer to please step aside so jared could get out of the truck, so i could then get out of the truck, so jared could search for the said items.

imagine the officer saying "that looks like a tight fit."

tight fit, it was. and a $52 citation later, we piled back in.

thanks, Officer Long.

thanks, Jared Keller, for driving around with expired plates for an entire year. hats off to you, bud. hats off to you.