OK, not so much lied as jumped the gun.† I do have a little something to tell you, as it turns out. See, Hans was just in my office to show me something kinda funny.
You may wonder what is funny about a ticket.
[SUMMARY: Master of the obvious.]
Remember when my license plates were expired? For five months?
I don't know how it works in your state, but in Colorado, your license plate has a month sticker on one side and year sticker on the other and you have a month of grace period after the date represented on your plate to get good with the DMV.
Again, my plates were expired for FIVE MONTHS before anyone even noticed.‡
Hans's plates expired in March. So he had April to take care of it.
And he didn't.
And he got a ticket.
[SUMMARY: Revel in the inequity, but wait for it...]
At 3:59 a.m.§
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): Remember when jumping the gun was a fun thing you did in the back room at a Halloween party in college and vaguely regretted the next morning? Good times, good times...
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Yeah, there go all my kharma points. I also think this may be the equivalent of going to Bimini with a B-list model as far as my campaign for sainthood goes.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I envision some hypervigilant meter maid (I'm sure that's a politicially incorrect term... Ticketing-American?) dozing off at 11:37 p.m. on the 30th of April, only to awake with a snort at 3:57 a.m., gleefully writing the ticket before going home to bed.