A good drive spoiled.
Ever have one of those days where the sun is shining, the breeze is nice, the tunes on the stereo are good and the road is wide open? Ever have a cop suddenly standing in the middle of that wide-open road waving at you to pull over? Ever been confused because you thought there was an accident up ahead or something until you're suddenly being asked for your license, registration and proof of insurance?
Crap. Crap. Mega crap. Yeah, there's nothing that'll take the fun out of driving on a beautiful day more than a cop nailing you for going 42 mph in a 30 mph zone. Even worse when it's only 3 blocks from your house. Speed traps are the work of the devil, I tell ya. I didn't even get a chance to argue or state my case once she pulled me over -- she had crime to fight, dammit! Wasn't no criminal gonna keep her from her county-appointed duties! People need to realize that the hill they're going down is FUCKING DANGEROUS. Every car that goes down that hill is a MENACE TO SOCIETY. It's a good thing I was shown the error of my ways. Along with pretty much every other car that happened to drive by while they weren't in the process of physically writing up a ticket.
God damn it all to hell.
This means I have to go to traffic school... AGAIN. This will be time number 4. I guess a couple years is pretty much how long it takes for me to forget all the safe things that traffic school teaches me. Like not to use drugs. And to wear my seat belt. And not to use drugs. And not to follow other cars too closely. And not to use drugs. And not to drink and drive. And not to use drugs.* Of course, I'm the guy who obeys traffic laws 98% of the time and doesn't do drugs, so naturally I keep ending up in this class because I do the wrong thing at the wrong time and some cop who was picked on when she was little and now has the power to get back at all those who once wronged her has caught me enjoying my day and pressing the gas pedal a little too hard going down a hill. Or maybe the county coffers are running a little dry and they need my $151. Who knows?
Things could always be worse, though. I could've gotten tasered.
* Yes, I stole this from Mark Michaels, who used this joke a few weeks ago already. It's funny because it's true.
posted by Maki @ 11:21 PM
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3 Comments:
I think that speending tickets should be counted as donations to non profit agencies and that we should be able to write them off in our taxes.
I got mine in a school zone (my first one) that I didn't know was there, even though yes, I did just drive right by the school. But if you stop at a light in a school zone, who ever remembers they're in one???? My second one I burst into tears - it was in an "historical area" (read: OLD DUMP TOWN) and would have been doubled. He let me off with a warning. How much damage can 40 in a 25 do in an old dump town anyway?
I wouldn't exactly call Duval County a non-profit agency. You should see some of the bills they rang up at "conferences" a year or two ago. That takes effort when you're non-profit.
Am I the only one who has gotten a ticket every time he's been pulled over? I really need to figure out how you swing this whole "warning" thing.
Cops in this town need to seriously A.) clean up the Northside/downtown and B.) work on getting the drugs out of the schools. Kids are overdosing left and right at Fletcher High, but, yet, Maki gets a ticket for going 42 in a 30. Fucking unbelievable.
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