I wish I could say today's trip to OKC was uneventful, but there was one little incident involving the Oklahoma State Highway Patrol.
No, Dad, I wasn't speeding. In fact, I was going 64 in a 75, trying to save a couple bucks on the diesel bill.
Here's the deal. Months ago, the nifty plastic frame "thingy" that displays the truck license fell off. Since the Ford truck is a farm vehicle, there is only one license plate, which goes on the front of the truck (incidentally, in Oklahoma, they only have to display license plates on the back of the vehicles!). Since I rarely drive the truck anymore, I haven't thought about the missing license plate before now.
Today, however, I put a LOT of thought into it! I was driving the turnpike between Tulsa and Oklahoma City -- I even passed a few people who were going much slower than I was! A trooper passed me, and I didn't think anything of it. Then he slowed down after he got in front of me, put on his lights and motioned me to the side of the turnpike. Hey, at least I knew it wasn't for speeding!
We had a nice little chat, I let him know I was deaf, and handed over my license. After letting me squirm for a good ten minutes, he came back with a warning. Now I have to figure out a way to MacGyver something up to put the stupid thing back ON the front of the truck for the trip home. It would be just my luck to get stopped again on the way back.
So there you go -- the story of my very first written warning.