Here’s how you can be sure:
Your wife has the day off work and takes your car to run up to Randall’s to pick up a couple of things for an Easter pie she wants to make.
As you see her driving out of the driveway, you notice one of the brake lights is out and make a mental note to fix it soon.
You get a call about 10 minutes later. Your wife is on the phone informing you that a Richmond City Police Department officer just stopped her and gave her a warning about the brake light. Then he asked to see her proof of car insurance, but she couldn’t find the current insurance card, which you cleverly tucked inside the front cover of the car owner’s manual so it wouldn’t get lost.
So now you have the ticket for driving without proof of insurance. So on Monday you visit the mechanic across from the courthouse, because the brake light bulb housing looks like it might be corroded and you don’t want to break it off and make things worse. Car needs an oil job too, so you get that done. Whole thing takes 10 minutes.
Then you drive over to your son’s junior high just before his gym class, and drop off the gym shoes which he forgot, with the school secretary, who personally delivers them to the boy as he is lining up with the others in the gym. You know this because she shows you video of the boys lining up, on her computer monitor, from a security camera. Technology these days!
Then you drive back down to the Richmond Municipal Building to see whether they’ll let you take care of the proof-of-insurance ticket on behalf of your wife. You’ve never been inside the muni court, but find there are only two people in front of you, so you sign in and take a seat next to them on the bench. The judge is behind a glass window, and you can hear her clearly if somewhat sternly explaining the consequences of traffic offenses and the like to the citizens who precede you.
Then, when it’s your turn and she calls you up to the window, you look in and see that the judge is Evelyn, the lady up the street from whom you buy free-range eggs. You never knew this was Evelyn’s job. “Yes, I’m a judge,” she says. But the big news is that she’s getting out of the egg business and giving her chickens to her brother, who’s going to take them out to Yoakum, Texas, where you will likely never see them again, so you’re going to have to find a new egg supplier but not immediately because he has to build a new coop first and so Evelyn still has eggs for sale, but not for much longer.
Somehow during poultry discussion the insurance issue has been taken care of and the ticket is dismissed.