Here's The Joke

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?"