LOL... glad to see that I am not the only one that has a wife that picks the wrong time to dig in and fight.. :lol:
"pack93z" wrote:
Well, in fairness, I am not exactly a bastion of reasonableness in her eyes.
Since you paid for it, and since it still makes me mostly laugh about it, let me tell you what my wife already knew this morning before she walked into that courtroom...having listened to my "expert" advice in this department. This shit was serious to her this AM, my experience was not so much...
This was several years ago. I was stationed very briefly at the Pentagon as a gift while getting out. I lived in Alexandria, VA. (Home of every lobbyist-lawyer-asshole that you hear about when discussing "Inside the beltway"-types) I would commute to here in PA on weekends, planning to move here permanently in literally less than a month from this "incident"--essentially getting my DC house in order prior to settling here in bum-fuck PA.
I volunteered to do a little glorified courier duty from the puzzle palace to Ft. Indiantown Gap here in PA. The reason being I could also spend the night here. My wife had very kindly got me an Infiniti M-30 convertible on e-bay that I went to Overbrook Kansas to get. No big deal car-wise, except out here / there in bumfuck PA. (imo)
I was rolling back from my little visit to the Air Force, and was going through Lebanon, PA. This is PA dutch country, with the Amish, buggies, etc. They have a weird little intersection there, actually unique in my life's experience.. I was actually quite familiar with it through my travels.
You are allowed to make a left hand turn on red between the hours of 8AM and 4PM mon-fri and at all times on weekends. That's correct. A left hand turn on red.
It's 4:06 PM on a Friday. I'm coming up to the intersection, a tractor-trailer is making the left two vehicles in front of me. Directly in front of me on the other side of the light facing me is a Lebanon (you know) [that is how they talk, there/here] cop. A k-9 cop--that part is important.
I am almost directly under the light. It is green. The moron in the tractor-trailer didn't quite make the proper radius. He briefly stops, makes an adjustment, and gets through, but left me high and dry in the middle of the intersection, facing directly at this k-9 cop. He's petting his dog, looks up, sees a green light, and me in the middle of the intersection.
He nails me 100 yards down the road. I explain the whole deal to him, he isn't hearing it, says I cannot go through past 4 on a red, yada, yada yada.
10 dollar fine. Send it in and I am done with it. Zero points. I live in Alexandria, VA. remember... about 4 hours away.
Fuck that.
Keep in mind here, I am used to D.C.--more specifically, Fairfax County, VA. They take the judicial system serious there. Like I said, you would have to kill someone in PA to get the same type of environment you face down there when you go for a traffic beef.
By my court date I live here now. (Harrisburg, PA--about an hour away)
I prepare like I'm going to court in Fairfax County... Suit, tie, etc. Big mistake number 1. I drive "my" car--at least my "daily driver." It's a Lexus. That would be big mistake number two.
I pull up to this "courthouse", not believing what I am seeing, thinking "This cannot be right." It's a friggin' storefront-type deal, with smoked glass across it's entire face--as in-can see cars that pull into parking lot.
I walk in, cop in question is having a nice little coffee with the magistrate---(WTF is a magistrate, btw-I'm thinking) waiting on today's docket, or more specifically, Dfosterf, from Alexandria VA--the place with the human no fishing signs--(This place is close enough that many of them know about that place..instead of upsetting the tourists with something so garish as a sign, they have officers run around and tell you not to fish down on the waterfront--fucks up the ambiance)
There will be no deal for dfosterf. Dfosterf is the arrogant prick from DC driving his fancy-schmantzy Lex to court having got popped in his fancy-schmantzy- M30 a little over a month ago. This I have figured out in like 1 second once inside those smoked-glass windows.
I did have the absolute pleasure of examining the witness. I think I kind of blew my case when I--- A) asked the magistrate if I could call his dog to the stand....this made the magistrate laugh. AND 😎 referred to the officer's canine as a "seeing-eye-dog". I don't think the magistrate appreciated my tone with his nephew (OK-that part is speculation, LOL)
10 bucks.
PLUS all those court costs enumerated in wife's case, plus the one's they threw in for shits and giggles.
Best part? Back at the puzzle palace I had conveyed this whole deal to them when I got popped in the first place. Everyone was getting a major hoot out of the deal, and I was told to just send a receipt in when I paid the fine. I did, and I was already RELACDU when I did it.
I got a very nice little U.S. government check in the mail a few months later. It was chitted as "miscellaneous travel expense while on official government business".
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