My trip to traffic court
I had to go to traffic court today (it’s the reason I no longer have the out-of-control beard). It was a crappy experience. I got there at one, and didn’t get out for two hours. A total of five people (that I saw) were necessary to get me to pay forty-three dollars in court costs. The cop, the clerk, the assistant district-attorney, another clerk, and the judge. Forty-three bucks doesn’t begin to cover that, so I’m sure that some of my tax dollars went to making me pay that fine, too.
The ADA kinda screwed me. She made it seem like she was doing me a great favor by dropping the no-proof-of-insurance charge. Later the judge told me that they were legally required to drop it once I showed proof that I was insured at the time.
Then he let me know that he was suprised I didn’t fight to get my eight point ticket reduced to four, since “everyone drives one-hundred miles an hour on that strech of I-25.” Fuck.
So my insurance is going to sky-rocket, but at least I didn’t lose my license.
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