Dude, wheres my car tags?

I am a practical guy. I am a funny guy. (This claim comes from the opposite gender treating this as a #1 quality in guys. Not good guy, not a teetotaler guy, but ya, funny guy. I was late to know that, not too late to evolve funniness in me) That gives me a lot of opportunity for practical jokes.





Alright, this was a few weeks ago. Had a busy day at work, I was listening to music and staring at the computer like I do every single day. My roomie, Mr. S shows up and goes "Why are your number plates on your bed?". Well thats a quality, more like a virtue, imbibed by years of religious ignoring of my dad's advise, warnings and orders to "keep things where they are supposed to be". Can't believe he used to say that. The world would be so boring, so predictable. Ridiculously ideal. No need to search for anything, no Google, no GMail, imagine??

Anyway, I tell him "Didn't you see the apartment notice near the mailbox?"
"What notice?"

"There was a notice for the residents. Yesterday someone stole the licence plates off 20 something cars"
Puzzled, "Wwwwwwhat??"

"You didn't glance at the other cars when you got off, did you? Everyone's walking around with number plates in their hand."
"No, I didn't notice"

"Hmmm, yes, so until they respond to this incedent by putting security into the apartment they advise us to remove the number plates and take it with us"
"Are they crazy? Who an earth will remove the licence plate when we get off the car? It's not the key to bring it with us when you get off.. Wait a minute, you are kidding, right"

"What kidding, they aren't kidding. They even quoted a clause from the lease by which the management is not responsibile for your car while parked in the apartment premises"
"What lease? What crap? These people are crazy I'm telling you. I am going to sue them. This place is hell."

"Well I took my tags off. You might want to take yours off, you don't want to be stranded tomorrow morning"
"Are you telling me I got to screw and unscrew every time I want to use my car, this is ridiculous"

"Up to you"
"Let me go and read the damn notice. How dare they..#^$%&@" mumbling and fading away as he walks downstairs.
Me goes ROTFL. I couldn't believe this guy buys my stories. Could not guess I changed my licence place from my moving from MD to VA.
Oh he's back from a quick fun trip to the mailbox "Damn it. Idiot. #$&*@^$&#"