“Licence please.” The officer leaned in to the Mustang, shining her large flashlight on the driver. “Are you even old enough to have one?”
“No, Officer.”
“No? You won’t show me your licence or…How old are you, Miss?”
“My mom says age is a number. It has no significance by itself.”
“I assume your insignificant number would not match the one which should be listed on your nonexistent licence.”
“You would be correct. My number, as of today, is five-eighths the law’s requirement.”
“Good luck, Kiddo. The price of retrieving her property may have your mother rethinking significant numbers.”
“No, Officer.”
“No? You won’t show me your licence or…How old are you, Miss?”
“My mom says age is a number. It has no significance by itself.”
“I assume your insignificant number would not match the one which should be listed on your nonexistent licence.”
“You would be correct. My number, as of today, is five-eighths the law’s requirement.”
“Good luck, Kiddo. The price of retrieving her property may have your mother rethinking significant numbers.”
