Hence the reason I specified this. I wanted to avoid the fighting of the hypothetical.
What, no Thelma Ritter?
I picked Honorius, because a saint of the same name is the patron saint of bakers. Also Pius XIII, for luck, and Julius, as a Julius was the guy who annoyed Michelangelo.
My car passed inspection except for the missing screw. British Leyland was no longer in business so my mechanic couldn’t order the part. My old sticker was still good for a month.
I parked the car and used another one. I spent many hours looking for the part. Once I found the part, put it in, and adjusted the headlight, I had to take the car to the shop for the new sticker to be applied.
I explained this to the cop, who disliked me for any number of reasons; my long hair, my youth, whatever. He wrote the ticket with a huge grin.
This was all decades ago. I’ve told other cops the story since then and they’ve all said at most they’d write me a fix-it ticket. Yes, I was driving without a sticker, but I was driving at most two miles from my home to the mechanic.
I agree. I also picked Felix, because it seems like a lucky name for a superstitious person. I forget what my other choice was
I got a lot of speeding tickets as a young man. They were all well-earned. But then I turned 30 and something strange began to happen: I’d still get pulled over, but they’d just give me a warning every time, often not even an “official” warning citation, just a verbal “Slow it down, sir.”
Haven’t gotten an actual ticket in at least two decades. I haven’t started driving any slower. Even times when I was caught dead to rights and was certain I’d be getting a ticket, still just a warning. Frankly, it’s really weird at this point. It’s not like I was mouthing off to them when I was younger. Guess I just have a contrite face. 
Ah. Thanks for explanation!
Yes, I’d have expected no ticket if I was on the way to the mechanic! or at worst ‘if you’ve got the sticker before the payment’s due, you won’t have to pay’. Though I’d probably also have taken the back roads as much as possible, just in case.
I picked Ritter Sport because it’s the only one i’ve heard of, and … IT’S CHOCOLATE.
Completely forgot to add a “No” option! (fixed now)
Felix the pope
The wonderful wonderful pope
Me, too.
I picked Jason Ritter because of Gravity Falls.
The friends and so polls were hard. But I guess we’ve tended to hang out in groups, so which are “my friends” and which are “friends i met because they are a friend’s so” is sometimes hard to answer. And some of my friends i guess i met through my husband.
I picked country singer Tex Ritter.
I don’t think I’ve met a Felix, and voted accordingly. But I’m not sure.
I’ve known two Felixes. One I grew up and went to high school with, the other was my mother’s college roomate’s husband who visited from out of town.
Almost all of my wife’s friends are male, dedicated or defeated bachelors. Most of my friends drifted apart after we moved to different states or in the case of one, got born again Christian and followed it down the Trump hole.
Wife and I are each other’s first spouses, and are the second or third SO of note. So… yeah. We are the outer boundary of what is considered to be a stable relationship in our group of friends.
Side note: my wife and my first SO were … how to say this, bugnuts? I have been told that my FiL at one point threatened my now wife’s then SO that if he showed up at said house (parents) he’d be met with a loaded firearm.
So never coming into contact with either of them was and remains a priority.
Oh, “my wife’s and my,” maybe ? I couldn’t parse this at first, calling your wife “bugnuts.” At first I thought maybe the two of them were into insects and they were annoying her dad with their entomological activities!
I think you mean you & spouse each have a crazy ex, yes?
Sorry, shouldn’t be posting past my bedtime, yes, we each have one prior SO (not spouses) that are certifiably insane, and therefore actively avoid ever finding out about their current location, status, etc.
And now sleep!
This past xmas my siblings and I discussed how wonderful a job our parents did. Like the song says, “Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
Till it’s gone”.
I gave them both As.