Just Bitchin’ About: Courts
Well, I received a speeding ticket recently. I also completed the online defensive driving course. The course was almost 7 months ago. This new ticket couldn’t be handled the same way … I had to actually go down to the County Court to sign up for deferred adjudication.
Basically, I pay a fine and then cannot get a ticket for 24 hours.
Really? 24 hours?
A whole day?!!!
Why don’t they just give you the option to pay a certain amount if you agree to the day without tickets, and another slightly higher fee that says, “I’m not planning on speeding. However, I feel like the pressure of 24 hours hanging over me might be too much and might actually cause me to speed”. I think the city could make some money on that. Not to mention cutdown on processing fees … (food for thought)
At any rate, I head down to the part of town you don’t want to run out of gas in to handle this ticket … First of all, when I arrive I find several people lingering in the parking lot. Most of them were candidates for Ambush Makeover. After I enter the courthouse, not really knowing what to expect, I’m greeted by the lovely smell of BO. It was quite strong, and actually stopped me in my tracks for a minute. I was instructed to pick a number and wait. As I sat on the bench (hard as a rock I might add), I was grateful to have a new bottle of purell with me. As I’m waiting I notice the Orkin man there, a guy who possibly was deciding if I was worth jumping in the parking lot after I left and another man who I swear was Snoop Dogs cousin. Finally my number is called and I find out that I will have to return to Large Marges cubicle because our registration was done in the wrong county.
The bright light at the end of the day was that I asked if my husband, also an attorney who is on a “special” retainer could appear for me. Marge didn’t know, so she waddled over to her supervisor who said he could because he was my attorney of record. In fact, it turns out, he could have handled this the entire time. I walked to my car cussing the fact that I had to go out there AND that neither my husband or his very capable assistant couldn’t figure that out on their own.
So, I called my husbands assistant who told me he did, in fact call 3 times and asked the clerk if my attorney could appear for me and he said he was told no each time.” Did you ever ask for a supervisor?” I asked. Based on the silence on the other end of the phone, the answer is no. NO!
The clerk who sits at a desk everyday and enters the same thing over and over again has no clue!!! I have no legal background and asked the supervisor …
Is it really that hard people?
Is it?
So, I wasted my day, put my life in jeopardy and the only thing I have to show for it is a large amount of leverage over my husband and his assistant …
It’s good to be the queen.., b:)!
Quit your bitchin’, that’s why I’m here….