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The ticket, well we got out of it. Hubby made me go with him, hoping I could do all the talking...he said if he had to talk he'd rather just pay it. ..I'm cheap, (my grandmother says that makes me sound bad, and that "I'm thrifty"...is much more appropriate then "I'm cheap" lol) and knew we could beat it, and that our point was valid... (it totally wasn't JUST because I wanted a reason to dress up and go somewhere...really ...*sigh, dinner wouldve been so much easier though...) Soooo we went to court, which was like sitting a a darn church pew (No disrespect to my church intended...I just say things...)
...so we sat there for an hour and a half...oh, and they made me spit out my gum?!" HELLO, have you SEEN the hooker in the back row?
THAT'S OKAY SIR?...but I can't chew gum Sir? Okay..okay...I swallowed it..."(maybe).!....Anyway, after waiting close to 2 hours, my mom called, so I walked outside and took the 2 minute phone call, came back inside the court room..hubby said the Prosecutor had come over and talked to him, had a 30 second conversation, and agreed it was a bad ticket...
"WHAT? I was gone for like 2 minutes?? You didn't NEED me?...ok ok....great...we can leave then right?...I'm hungry!!.."
Noooooope
... gotta be seen by the judge still.... Still had to sit in the court room another 2 hours...in our suits...hot....no gum chewing...(maybe) ...no phones (gotta love silent-mode)...no speaking...(that is sooo hard for me...like torture!!....just waterboard me for a minute kay, but dont suspend my speaking privileges....)... lol while all the teenage girls that were there for underage drinking AND driving twirled their hair and adjusted their strapless tops and daisy dukes... We sat there while the women with their hair professionally weaved and braided and fingernails all french tipped, explained they hadn't paid their fines becuz they didn't have a job (Thank you though taxpayers, for providing their designer jeans and high-heeled boots, via welfare ...while you shop at
walmart!) and "would the judge please give them yet another extension and remove their warrants etc" (he did)....
....sat there while various young men (several were wearing Hanes, just for the record..grey seemed to be the underwear color of choice for the day...did not witness a single pair of tightie whities..several plaid boxers...though there was a very nice pair of Calvin Kleins.....) stood before the judge...all the while I was praying their size 40 pants didn't fall off their size 34 hips and expose anymore of those grey undies then I was already having to look at...
....Then my husband stood up in front of the judge...face flushed...sweat noticably dripping from his nervous brow (it's freakin parking ticket...we'll be okay baby...we'll get thru this...toghether (HE WAS DRVING SIR...NOT ME!!! lol) ....I quietly chewed my illegal gum...making sure not to move my jaw while the baliff stared at me out of the corner of his knowing eye...The judge thanked hubby immensely, for being the only appropriately dressed person he'd seen today (hey...what was wrong with my outfit!!...oh that's IT, I'm chomping my gum Mr Judge, Sir. Can ya hear it? can ya?) ....complimented his Marine corps tie slide...and agreed with the prosecutor that our ticket could go buh-bye. It was a long day. . .an entertaining day, but a great reminder of why I will never knowingly break the law... Cuz court rooms suck and there's no food. Hell, at least after church they feed me cookies and stuff.
Thaaaats what happened with the 400.00 ticket
Jessa