I Fought the Law and.....
The law won.
Well, I can't actually say the fat lady has sung just yet, but she's filling up her monstrous lungs and preparing to belt out a high E that would turn your grandmother's china set into a pile of shattered porcelain.
A couple of months ago I was written a parking ticket. I did not happen to agree with this particular charge so I decided to politely contest. Granted, I didn't do it in the timeliest manner, but timeliness of contention doesn't affect the circumstances of the case - correct? I set up a friendly meeting with the Vail court and dreamed of eloquently presenting my dramatic case to the venerable overseer of the courtroom.
Ok, so maybe it wouldn't be a scene from "A Few Good Men", but those people on Judge Judy seem pretty cool sometimes.
I set the court date about a month ago and on Thursday morning a co-worker happened to ask me how my parking ticket situation was going.
Oh shit.
I flew to my trusted Microsoft Outlook calender and saw the court date was set for that very day. But what time? It was already about 10 am when I called the court to ask the time of my "trial". It wasn't until 2:30.
I wiped the sweat off my scrunched brow and actually felt kind of good about myself for averting yet another tragedy brought on by absent-minded negligence.
I got back to work with thoughts of courtroom strategy and loud screams of "Objection!" firing through my head.
I suppose my imagination ran a little ramped. At 4:30 another co-worked asked me how my court appearance went.
Oh shit.
I realized at that moment that it's kind of difficult to command a courtroom and persuasively seduce the judge into favorable decisions - from my office desk chair. I went from having a harmless parking ticket to allegedly having a warrant out for my arrest.
I starting thinking that maybe a little jail time is something I could use to straighten me out a bit. I wouldn't really have any schedules to meet or obligations to live up to. I'm sure my blog would be full of interesting posts about other inmates and prison gang initiation rituals. I'd get all of this while being served three square meals a day. For a brief moment - it seemed almost luxurious.
I called the court the next morning and they set me a new court date at which I would report for the parking ticket as well as a failure to appear charge. I guess I'll have some explaining to do.
I think I'll tie a string around my finger for that one.
Well, I can't actually say the fat lady has sung just yet, but she's filling up her monstrous lungs and preparing to belt out a high E that would turn your grandmother's china set into a pile of shattered porcelain.
A couple of months ago I was written a parking ticket. I did not happen to agree with this particular charge so I decided to politely contest. Granted, I didn't do it in the timeliest manner, but timeliness of contention doesn't affect the circumstances of the case - correct? I set up a friendly meeting with the Vail court and dreamed of eloquently presenting my dramatic case to the venerable overseer of the courtroom.
Ok, so maybe it wouldn't be a scene from "A Few Good Men", but those people on Judge Judy seem pretty cool sometimes.
I set the court date about a month ago and on Thursday morning a co-worker happened to ask me how my parking ticket situation was going.
Oh shit.
I flew to my trusted Microsoft Outlook calender and saw the court date was set for that very day. But what time? It was already about 10 am when I called the court to ask the time of my "trial". It wasn't until 2:30.
I wiped the sweat off my scrunched brow and actually felt kind of good about myself for averting yet another tragedy brought on by absent-minded negligence.
I got back to work with thoughts of courtroom strategy and loud screams of "Objection!" firing through my head.
I suppose my imagination ran a little ramped. At 4:30 another co-worked asked me how my court appearance went.
Oh shit.
I realized at that moment that it's kind of difficult to command a courtroom and persuasively seduce the judge into favorable decisions - from my office desk chair. I went from having a harmless parking ticket to allegedly having a warrant out for my arrest.
I starting thinking that maybe a little jail time is something I could use to straighten me out a bit. I wouldn't really have any schedules to meet or obligations to live up to. I'm sure my blog would be full of interesting posts about other inmates and prison gang initiation rituals. I'd get all of this while being served three square meals a day. For a brief moment - it seemed almost luxurious.
I called the court the next morning and they set me a new court date at which I would report for the parking ticket as well as a failure to appear charge. I guess I'll have some explaining to do.
I think I'll tie a string around my finger for that one.
posted by John Poole at 3:28 PM
1 Comments:
yeah but if you take care of the ticket and the failure to appear too then you won't be able to walk around the office prounouncing with a sigh "well, I may be going away for a while." I'll miss that.
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