The Racket of San Angelo

Today I went to the San Angelo Municipal Court to deal with the speeding ticket I got last week. Woo hoo! So tell me, does your town's municipal court have a drive-thru window for paying traffic fines?

No, I didn't take advantage of the drive-thru window. I went inside because it's always so much fun to see the microcosm of the city that would gather in such a place. I wasn't disappointed. Included in the mix were:

1. The woman who had obviously taken great care to dress professionally for her appearance in the court. She was fully coifed and wearing a wonderful pant suit with matching pumps. It's too bad I could see her flowery gramma panties, and the teenager with oversized shirt and jeans wasn't the smartest accessory to complete the look.
2. The "I'm just here to visit" man who emptied so much out of his various pockets to go through security that I swear he needed a murse.
3. The college student... Now college students always have amazed me with their fashions, and I certainly took advantage of the opportunity to roll out of bed with my pajama bottoms and go to class in all my knotted up bedhead glory when I was a student. This guy, though, he had on a normal enough outfit, but his hat... The part in the back where you can adjust the hat's size? Whatever it's called, his was a thick knob of duct tape. I wanted to pack this one up with his little goatee, take him to the nearest store to buy him a new hat and a crate of Ramen noodles and send him on his way.

As for the ticket, I paid $95 (do the math; it's over $10 for each mile over the speed limit) and agreed to take a defensive driving course. It's a 6-hour course, and supposedly it's offered online. I don't think I want to pass up the opportunity to get out, though. Yes, I shall go to the defensive driving course.

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[panthergirl]

Just wanted to say thanks for leaving a comment on my blog today and supporting Greyhound Rescue & Rehab!

I recently got out of a speeding ticket because the DA said I seemed like "a nice lady". (no, it wasn't a guy looking for a date!)