*grumbledy-gripe*
Jan. 8th, 2008 04:33 pmOhhh, you're gonna love this:
So about a month back, I misjudged the length of a yellow light on Quaker Road by about 0.0173 ±.004 seconds, and did so with characteristically wonderful timing (i.e. in full view of a police officer). The officer was quite nice about the whole thing, saying that he hated to issue a ticket for something so minor but the town of Queensbury was cracking down on blah and blah and blah. Fair enough. It happens. I'll eat my karma while it's warm.
The ticket listed a court date of January 8 at 4 p.m. I knew better than to just mail the thing in, so today I arranged for some time off from work, put on a button-down shirt, and arrived at the town courthouse, a tiny thing, at 3:45—only to find the courtroom door (located in the back of this building like a waitstaff entrance) locked and bolted, with no one in sight. Ooookay. Well, I was a bit early, thought I, so maybe I should wait a bit. A persistent little voice in the back of my head, however, told me to go to the front of the building and double-check.
Glad I did. Court was yesterday. The officer had borked up the ticket.
Ow, my skull.
Luckily I got a new court date, a process that involved the clerk shrugging, saying, "Ehh, you can come by next Monday if you wanna," and scrawling the new date on my ticket with a ball-point pen. Apparently no ill shall come of it, but c'mon, folks, I put on a tie for this. Oy....
So about a month back, I misjudged the length of a yellow light on Quaker Road by about 0.0173 ±.004 seconds, and did so with characteristically wonderful timing (i.e. in full view of a police officer). The officer was quite nice about the whole thing, saying that he hated to issue a ticket for something so minor but the town of Queensbury was cracking down on blah and blah and blah. Fair enough. It happens. I'll eat my karma while it's warm.
The ticket listed a court date of January 8 at 4 p.m. I knew better than to just mail the thing in, so today I arranged for some time off from work, put on a button-down shirt, and arrived at the town courthouse, a tiny thing, at 3:45—only to find the courtroom door (located in the back of this building like a waitstaff entrance) locked and bolted, with no one in sight. Ooookay. Well, I was a bit early, thought I, so maybe I should wait a bit. A persistent little voice in the back of my head, however, told me to go to the front of the building and double-check.
Glad I did. Court was yesterday. The officer had borked up the ticket.
Ow, my skull.
Luckily I got a new court date, a process that involved the clerk shrugging, saying, "Ehh, you can come by next Monday if you wanna," and scrawling the new date on my ticket with a ball-point pen. Apparently no ill shall come of it, but c'mon, folks, I put on a tie for this. Oy....
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Date: 2008-01-09 02:16 pm (UTC)In PA, you only have to go to court if you are fighting the ticket. Otherwise, you sign the back (or not - no signature at all is a 'guilty' plea), mail it in with a check, and take your lumps in the form of points on your license.