“I’m sorry?”
She nodded like we were discussing a broken sprinkler. “Your… vehicle. It’s intimidating. Residents should feel safe.”
“It is safe,” I said. “It’s legally registered, legally parked, and it’s my assigned vehicle.”
She forced a smile that never reached her eyes, scribbled something on her clipboard, and walked off like she’d just filed paperwork for my eventual removal from society.
I chalked it up to first-day awkwardness.
Then came the first “citation.”
A few days later, I walked outside and found a piece of paper taped to my cruiser’s windshield.
In bold letters: UNAUTHORIZED GOVERNMENT IMAGERY VISIBLE FROM PUBLIC VIEW — $45 FINE
I stared at it for a full ten seconds before laughing out loud.
“Government imagery?”
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