I don't know if I've ever mentioned that.
The last ticket I got (before the one I just got, that is) was in high school. When I was 17 years old, and blissfully driving to school at 76 miles per hour (in a 55 zone), singing along to the radio, with an unmarked police car behind me for god only knows how many miles before I saw that teensie-tinsie (Chinese-gymnast-size) flashing light on his dashboard and was all, WHO MEEEE?
So. A month ago, I was driving over the Gateway Bridge (coming DOWN a hill) and the 5 East Nashville cops (who you'd think could find something better to do given the fact that we were just yards away from the ghettooooooo) nailed me going ... get this ... 45 miles an hour!!! Oooooooooh. NAUGHTY ME. FORTY-FIVE MILES AN HOUR!
And the cop was all, "DO YOU KNOW HOW FAST YOU WERE GOING?"
I honestly expected him to say that I'd been going a hundred miles per hour; his voice contained that much drama.
I told him I wasn't sure.
And he was all hands-on-hips, "You were going for-T-five miles PER HOUR!"
(OH MY GOD! Thank heavens you were there to save me from myself.)
So, taking absolutely no notice of how adorable and apologetic I was, this guy writes me a ticket.
What is that all about?
That reporter guy who outed the CIA operative hit a homeless guy and drove like six blocks with the guy on his windshield and his ticket was only $50. That's crap.
So my options are to
A) Plead guilty and pay the fine and court fee
B) Plead not guilty and not pay the fine and court fee, but sit in court all freakin' day
C) Plead guilty and pay the fine and court fee, plus an additional fee to attend a Driver Education Class on the night of the court's choosing.