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For those of you who remember the mild debacle regarding that traffic ticket I received, today was the new and improved revised court date. In a word: Oy.
With a starting bench time of 4 p.m., I arrived at the courthouse with plenty of time to spare, only to be stuck in my car in a full parking lot because the ass cacti who had pulled in behind me in the aisle wouldn't give me enough room to turn around upon discovering that, no, there were no parking spaces. At all. I ended up stowing the Oldsmobile in the bank lot next door and shinning my way over a low fence to get to the courtroom, which was near enough to a mob scene as to make no difference. From there, I waited. Ai gazpacho, did I wait. It was worth it, in that my sentence got reduced to a no-point $150 parking ticket instead of a three-point moving violation (no, he didn't offer to throw it out due to the screw-up on the court date, and by that point, I just wanted to GET THE [very bad word] OUT OF THERE), but still.
Amount of time spent waiting: two hours.
Total amount of missed work time over both visits: five and a half hours.
Amount of time spent talking to the judge: 35 seconds.
Yay, judicial system.
And then, after I got out of work, I succeeded in upending the waste oil cup in the kitchen all over my hand. And then I got earwormed on Journey's "Separate Ways" for no good reason.
Say, whaddya say we all just sign an affadavit that today never actually happened and move on, mmmkay?
With a starting bench time of 4 p.m., I arrived at the courthouse with plenty of time to spare, only to be stuck in my car in a full parking lot because the ass cacti who had pulled in behind me in the aisle wouldn't give me enough room to turn around upon discovering that, no, there were no parking spaces. At all. I ended up stowing the Oldsmobile in the bank lot next door and shinning my way over a low fence to get to the courtroom, which was near enough to a mob scene as to make no difference. From there, I waited. Ai gazpacho, did I wait. It was worth it, in that my sentence got reduced to a no-point $150 parking ticket instead of a three-point moving violation (no, he didn't offer to throw it out due to the screw-up on the court date, and by that point, I just wanted to GET THE [very bad word] OUT OF THERE), but still.
Amount of time spent waiting: two hours.
Total amount of missed work time over both visits: five and a half hours.
Amount of time spent talking to the judge: 35 seconds.
Yay, judicial system.
And then, after I got out of work, I succeeded in upending the waste oil cup in the kitchen all over my hand. And then I got earwormed on Journey's "Separate Ways" for no good reason.
Say, whaddya say we all just sign an affadavit that today never actually happened and move on, mmmkay?
