05/11/06

I had moved to South Carolina from New York, and at that   
time a vehicle inspection was required to register my car.   
I was nervous; my car was in rough shape. I thought of New   
York State's rigorous inspections. Any number of problems   
might turn up that would be expensive to fix. I drove down   
a country road and found a garage that had an inspection   
sign. When I told the mechanic what I needed, he circled   
the car, turned on the lights and honked the horn. Then he   
attached a new sticker and asked me for the three-dollar   
fee.   

I was shocked. "Is that all you have to do?" I asked.   

He answered, "Well, you drove it here, didn't you?"