It was going to happen one day or another, I know that. In fact, it was probably past due. 13 warnings in my lifetime, all of them very much deserved. Speeding, running a red light, driving without headlights… guilty, guilty guilty. All warnings.
Today, at 8:17am, my luck ran out.
And I will swear before you, my readers, that I do not deserve the $120 ticket I just recieved for not coming to a complete stop. 10 feet in front of a police car. I will tell you, and probably the judge at my court date later in March, that I saw the police car, pulled beside him to what certainly felt like a complete stop to me, and checked both ways before continuing on my way. Now, I didn’t hang around at the intersection for any longer than is necessary, but my vehicle ceased to be moving, even for a small fraction of time. Because I am not such an idiot that I would roll through an intersection right in front of a police car. Can you tell I am pissed? I am very pissed. I was pissed the whole way in to work. I am still pissed. Pissed enough that I am writing the word pissed in a blog post even though my mother reads this.
Perhaps I should just pay the dang ticket in repentance for all of the traffic infractions I am actually guilty of. Perhaps I shouldn’t take off work to go drive down to court and make my argument, only to have to pay $120 fine anyways because who is really ever sucessful in arguing their case? But the indignity of the whole thing has my feathers rather ruffled. Jerk. Seriously.
Thanks for letting me vent.
Update: $400 to make this go away. That, or 3 years of increased insurance payments. Word to the wise- when you come to see us, stop for at least 3 seconds at stop signs. Though you may not have learned that in driver’s ed., it is apparently the house rules for the city of OVP. Or so says the traffic attorney who is booked through mid-April with similar cases. Do I sound bitter? I am. Okay, back to work.