Who knew weirder things could happen....
I just want to put a little back story in here before I post on my seriously bizarre experience yesterday. I have never had problems with the law, in any shape or form...I have had 1 speeding ticket in my lifetime and most likely had that one dismissed due to a technicality. This past year, since January, I have been arrested, put in jail for over 22 hours, endured countless court appearances, expended thousands of dollars, and now have been pulled over for speeding WHILE on the divert program...the humiliation is too much for one person to endure.
So anyway, I put on my happy face and hauled my ass all the way across town (doing the speed limit) for court to try and get out of my speeding ticket. The location of this court appearance is technically in Houston, but this place has figured out a way to keep its own municipal court....this odd city is called Meadow Place....honestly I don't think this place exists on a map...I am not lying when I tell you it is literally a mile, long, wide, whatever you want to call it, its small. So this piss ant town where, I got my ticket, is not a come in, get it done, get out, kind of place....this is their bread and butter, this is the joy that they look forward to all month....harass the townies that speed through their lovely neighborhood and try to disrupt their quaint little lifestyle. Ok, I'm being a little harsh for the drama effect...but seriously this place is weird.
I show up on time, which I am sure is a huge deal to the "judge" (uncle of the town mayor)....I walk into the court room and there are about 30 people sitting in chairs...all of them I believe DO NOT live in this town. The judge calls each person to the bench to discuss their crime and punishment. This has got to be a sick joke, is this for real? Thank GOD I brought a book. There is one bailiff and he is in charge of standing next to the defendant, then walking them to the clerk to pay their fine.....he really loves his job. I've never seen anyone so happy to be working after 5:30pm.
So back to the judge, he is about 5'6", he looks young but I cant really tell because his hair is slicked back with some motor oil and the mullet is throwing me off.....the light reflecting off of his fools gold ring is blinding and the porn stash makes me think he could possibly be a throw back version of the 70's. I am frightened yet intrigued by this strange place, why have I never heard of it? Am I really here or is this all my imagination fucking with me again? I really need to start drinking again, this sober reality crap is creeping me out.
Anyway, the judge turns out to be a very pleasant, yet confused individual.....I walked out $160.00 lighter and now have a defensive driving class to add to my list of Shit To Do for The State of Texas.
There is a lesson in all of this.....I think I am starting to figure it out...my first arrest was caused because I was..........anyone??? SPEEDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I won't go into all the astrological warnings I had before all of this happened, because that would make me sound crazy :P
Moral:
Slow it down kids, its not worth it ;-)
So anyway, I put on my happy face and hauled my ass all the way across town (doing the speed limit) for court to try and get out of my speeding ticket. The location of this court appearance is technically in Houston, but this place has figured out a way to keep its own municipal court....this odd city is called Meadow Place....honestly I don't think this place exists on a map...I am not lying when I tell you it is literally a mile, long, wide, whatever you want to call it, its small. So this piss ant town where, I got my ticket, is not a come in, get it done, get out, kind of place....this is their bread and butter, this is the joy that they look forward to all month....harass the townies that speed through their lovely neighborhood and try to disrupt their quaint little lifestyle. Ok, I'm being a little harsh for the drama effect...but seriously this place is weird.
I show up on time, which I am sure is a huge deal to the "judge" (uncle of the town mayor)....I walk into the court room and there are about 30 people sitting in chairs...all of them I believe DO NOT live in this town. The judge calls each person to the bench to discuss their crime and punishment. This has got to be a sick joke, is this for real? Thank GOD I brought a book. There is one bailiff and he is in charge of standing next to the defendant, then walking them to the clerk to pay their fine.....he really loves his job. I've never seen anyone so happy to be working after 5:30pm.
So back to the judge, he is about 5'6", he looks young but I cant really tell because his hair is slicked back with some motor oil and the mullet is throwing me off.....the light reflecting off of his fools gold ring is blinding and the porn stash makes me think he could possibly be a throw back version of the 70's. I am frightened yet intrigued by this strange place, why have I never heard of it? Am I really here or is this all my imagination fucking with me again? I really need to start drinking again, this sober reality crap is creeping me out.
Anyway, the judge turns out to be a very pleasant, yet confused individual.....I walked out $160.00 lighter and now have a defensive driving class to add to my list of Shit To Do for The State of Texas.
There is a lesson in all of this.....I think I am starting to figure it out...my first arrest was caused because I was..........anyone??? SPEEDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I won't go into all the astrological warnings I had before all of this happened, because that would make me sound crazy :P
Moral:
Slow it down kids, its not worth it ;-)
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