Minor Law Violations

Do you know what sucks? Getting a speeding ticket. Yup, that’s right, yours truly got picked up for speeding about a week and a half ago by the po-po because I was going a little over the speed limit. By a little over the speed limit, I mean doing a 55 in a 35. It’s no-biggy, but I’m probably going to have my licensed revoked and start riding the buss again. That’s ok though because they’re a lot of um, interesting people that ride the buss. But anyways, let me tell you how it happened. Okay, I was turning onto 42nd street from Sycamore drive, I think. And I wasn’t paying attention and as it turned out, I may or may not have pulled out in front of a guy who got really pissed, so I figured I better speed up so he doesn’t get even more aggravated. So, I accelerated up to 55 which I figured was a good “get a way pace”, but apparently the cop thought it was a little too good of a “get a way pace” so, she turned it into a “speeding pace”. Did you know that cops hide in parking lots so they can catch teenagers who barely going over the speed limit? Well I wasn’t as well informed, so me never having been pulled over before, I figured I was immune to a speeding ticket, boy was that a mistake. And the weird thing is, I had three people in the car and one of them happened to say “twenty over, that’s a pretty hefty speeding ticket”, and albeit, he was right. So the cop turns on her lights and I may have used an expletive or two, but I pulled my vehicle off on a side street, and waited for her to come up to my window and explain what I had done wrong. Well, right before she had walked up to my car, one of the people in my car suggested the idea that all of us should start yelling “Bees, Bees, they’re everywhere”, which we all thought was pretty dang funny at the time, so we were still laughing when the cop walked up to the car and do you know what her first words were? “You think it’s pretty funny, don’t ya?” And I didn’t even know how to respond, so I giggled throughout the experience, which I don’t think she appreciated. But when it was all said and done, she marked me down to ten over, which still ended up to be like 89 dollars and 60 cents.

And now, I have a court date tomorrow, which my dad is making me go to, so I will “learn my lesson”, but thinking about it now, I just got a great idea. I’m going to represent myself. Yea, that’s a terrific idea, because what’s the worst that could happen? I end up paying the ninety dollars anyways and I get to miss more school. I gotta go and think of a good argument, cya later.