Sometimes I am an idiot. Like today. As I mentioned in an earlier post, today was the "date to appear" stamped on the photo ticket I got in the mail awhile ago. So I actually put on clothes that have to be dry cleaned, got my children off, and then showed up at court expecting to talk to someone Judgy. Well, officially Judgy, that is, not just judgmental.
Instead I got an unfriendly woman standing behind a sheet of bullet-proof glass. The microphone on my side was down by the sliver of an opening that will allow a piece of paper to slide through but not, say, a hunting knife. This meant that I had to bend over like I was talking to a toddler in order to speak through the glass while looking at her belt buckle, not her face. This is municipal court? What's "courtly" about this?
To make a long story short, through a series of misunderstandings that I was too embarrassed to admit, my case is now going to trial. The best part? The part the snarky woman behind glass didn’t tell me until after I chose this route? There was an officer in the van, not a robot.
I’ll face him at my trial on June 10.
3 weeks ago