Can you say WHITE TRASH?

I think this story points heavily to the fact that yes, indeed I am WHITE TRASH. I was headed home after work this week and I still had on my green hospital scrubs. I was clear on the other side of town and there's a cute little craft store that I wanted to go look in. I parked right at the front door of the store and went to get out of my car and there was a cop standing there. At this point I noticed his flashing lights were on right behind my car. I asked him "are you here for me?" He said "yes" (I'm sure I looked a little confused at this point) He then proceeded to tell me I was going 74 in a 55, my registration was expired, I had a crack in my windshield and he sure hoped I was wearing my seat belt.

He then asked for my drivers license, which I had been meaning to get back from Telly for a few weeks now --OOPS. As I sat there, waiting for my heavy ticket, people were trying to leave, but they couldn't cause the cop car was blocking them in, so we all just sat there together-how embarrassing. Finally, he returned with a white piece of paper with a LIST of all my charges : 74 in a 55, cracked windshield, no license, expired registration and wrong address on my license. Wow, I was not doing well at all. The cop then told me it must be my lucky day cause he was giving me a WARNING for all of them. What?? I'm chalking that one up to the power of bright green scrubs.