Three days in, that's all it took for me to find my first faked permit. And boy was it easy. It's August, in case you've been hibernating or detained in a foreign country for the last year or so... and that means all of last semester's permits expired on "8-25"
Now, there's never really a good time to commit the crime of forgery, but, there's certainly an optimal time to attempt it so when you inevitably get caught, we can at least give you a high-five and a gold star for your coat lapel, but, when you pick the WORST time of year to do it, and then fail miserably, well, tow for effort, Junior.
See, when you've got a permit that ends on, say "1-30" or "2-25" you've got a lot of leeway, that "1" can be made into almost any other of our base-ten arabic numbers, like how on a digital clock, the "1" lights up as at least part of EVERY other combination including itself.
But, flip that around, when you've got an "8", you are STUCK with "8", and only "8". Every part of that hypothetical LED is lit up, you cannot ADD to it, you cannot subtract from it (without it being very very obvious) so this is the absolute LEAST productive time to just whip out the ol' sharpie and draw a "9" DIRECTLY ON TOP of the "8" resulting in a black, swirly, jumble-emitting splotch that looks like how two interlocked letters on a malfunctioning typewriter page used to appear, or perhaps the remnants of that last dragonfly I clobbered with my windshield on the Turnpike (and trust me, that sucker was big enough that it had it's own coach seating section!)
Naturally, you didn't survive your first workday field test with that permit.
And you, good Sir, YOU, represent the future class that will be CARING for me in my infirm years when I can no longer swallow without assistance? Heh. No thanks, I'll just choke on that footlong sub sandwich myself right now... save you the trouble, I can at least get my choice of toppings....
Now, there's never really a good time to commit the crime of forgery, but, there's certainly an optimal time to attempt it so when you inevitably get caught, we can at least give you a high-five and a gold star for your coat lapel, but, when you pick the WORST time of year to do it, and then fail miserably, well, tow for effort, Junior.
See, when you've got a permit that ends on, say "1-30" or "2-25" you've got a lot of leeway, that "1" can be made into almost any other of our base-ten arabic numbers, like how on a digital clock, the "1" lights up as at least part of EVERY other combination including itself.
But, flip that around, when you've got an "8", you are STUCK with "8", and only "8". Every part of that hypothetical LED is lit up, you cannot ADD to it, you cannot subtract from it (without it being very very obvious) so this is the absolute LEAST productive time to just whip out the ol' sharpie and draw a "9" DIRECTLY ON TOP of the "8" resulting in a black, swirly, jumble-emitting splotch that looks like how two interlocked letters on a malfunctioning typewriter page used to appear, or perhaps the remnants of that last dragonfly I clobbered with my windshield on the Turnpike (and trust me, that sucker was big enough that it had it's own coach seating section!)
Naturally, you didn't survive your first workday field test with that permit.
And you, good Sir, YOU, represent the future class that will be CARING for me in my infirm years when I can no longer swallow without assistance? Heh. No thanks, I'll just choke on that footlong sub sandwich myself right now... save you the trouble, I can at least get my choice of toppings....
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