A Message From the German Police
In the continuing saga of my run-in last month with the German police, it turns out that in the letter I received by mail (translated roughly from German legalese by my pal Kristy), they cordially request that I send in my driver’s license for one month.
Now I’m not quite sure how else to phrase my reply other than: Hahahahaha! Uh, not a chance, ya sauerkraut-eatin’ David Hasselhoff lovers.
I’m supposed to mail in my U.S. driver’s license for a speeding ticket I already paid in Germany? Are ya crazy? And if I don’t, what are you gonna do? Send your best agents to come and track me down in New York? Ridiculous. I’m sure the German police have better things to do.
Or maybe not.
The wurst part (harharhar) is that I hope to one day make a triumphant return to Deutschland, if only for the wide array of Gummi Bears. So, who knows, maybe I will mail the driver’s license to the Germans.
Think I’d ever see it again?
German Police Redux
Oh yes, one other thing to report.
I received a letter from the German police. It’s all in German, so I have no idea what it says, but I assume it has to do with that speeding fine I got on the autobahn last month. I’ll have to get my friend Kristy, who speaks German, to translate it for me.
I’m sure it’s just a formality, but you never know.
