or how I fought the law and the law did NOT win!
On the first of March I was going through the small
armpit town of Society Hill, South Carolina.
I was horrified to see a flashing blue light in my rearview mirror. Being I had not owned the Charger a week, I was a bit
hyperventilating anxious about getting stopped. I knew I was NOT speeding
The
dirty bastard nice officer said I disregarded a stop sign and wrote me a ticket for a big fat four points / $250 fine.
I did not mind so much paying the fine but the four points - they would have adversely affected my driving record and caused my car insurance to go up! up! and away!
Happily the Monogram Queen's niece works for the Darlington County Sheriff's Office (she is just starting out and goes through the academy in June) and besides that, I know a few people in high places. (I AM a Queen, you know).
Talked to a few people and promptly forgot about said ticket, knowing it would get taken care of.
Fast forward to Sunday evening April 5th. I called my niece to ask when the court date was. She informed me it was Monday April 6th. Oh.Shit.
I hadn't got the "official" word that it was taken care of, it was too late to really get in touch with anybody (except family - you can call
them ANY time) so I would have to go to court in the
armpit of a town called Society Hill.
I was seriously perturbed by these events and very worried I would lose my shit arguing with the
dirty bastard nice policeman who wrote me my ticket. I went to the courthouse and ran into a guy I went to school with. I explained the events and how our friend had talked to the Police Chief and my schoolmate went inside and popped out a minute later saying "Everything is cool, you can go".
Whew. Relief. I grabbed him and kissed him on the cheeck and went on my merry way.
Oh as I was leaving I saw the
dirty bastard nice policeman. I did allow myself a small smirk at him.