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:
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.