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Date: 06 August 2004 16:40:38
Few situations are better calculated to make me feel at once blessed, superior, amused, saddened and irritated, than a spell in Traffic Court.
Speeding tickets and other sorts of traffic citations are handled in the same court session as various crimes.
The Spouse had been cited for not wearing his seatbelt... a lie. He was. I was there, my two adult kids were there, all in the car together, all belted. The city cop who stopped us was pressured by Federal monies his force receives to encourage seatbelt-wearing, to ticket us. He even broke with the usual procedure of coming up to our car, himself. He used the loudspeaker to tell Spouse to get out of the car and come to him, instead. Thus handily making him take off the seatbelt he WAS wearing.
Hmph. I had to sit through over 2 hours of watching various unfortunates get sentenced for their stupid drunk-driving charges before the prosecuting attourney had time to see me. When he tok me into his office I told him what was up, and he wrote off the ticket for me, declined to prosecute. Yay! never even had to see the judge. Which was a good thing, since I am not the Spouse! I don't look at all like a 230-pound welder with a shaved head!