Losing One’s Licence (from the “NUTS!” collection)

The old woman hobbled away, mostly unscathed.

Helen, my neighbor, didn’t ask me later how she found unaccompanied dentures in her lap.  That’s how I knew she’d been conscious enough to witness the pedestrian’s serious timing error at our street corner.

She’d been sitting in the front seat, one-tenth sober.  I’ve given her lifts home from the bar for years, but when the police questioned her, she claimed not to know me.

Thanks Helen! It was my last infringement.

Helen hires taxicabs while I make account payment arrangements with the young mechanic.

He lets me ride pillion.  It’s a win-win!


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