Spending the night in jail sounds somewhat appealing.
Let me explain. Recently I received a speeding ticket. I admit I was indeed speeding on a portion of our local highway that is currently under construction. I drive this road about 4-6 times a day, always at the posted speed. This particular day in question was a Sunday and after 9 pm, needless to say there was not any construction occurring at the time of my infraction of the law. I simply forgot, and by the time I remembered and slowed down, the red lights were requiring my immediate attention. The officer that pulled me over simply wrote out the ticket, and sent me on my way. After admitting my mistake to Westley and my kids, I actually forgot about the ticket. Yes I forgot about the ticket . I had been busy with school, kids, cleaning, cooking, looking for work, making appointments for Dexter, going to appointments with Dexter, and basically doing all that I can as essentially a single mom since Wes works out of town 5-6 days a week. I forgot. I am a good citizen, I frequently volunteer in my community, and I do all I can to make my little corner of the world a great place. When I opened my mail yesterday to a bright pink notice that I am now a wanted woman, my heart skipped a few, rather several beats. I could'nt sleep last night thinking about this ticket gone horribly wrong. I can not afford the $604.00 fee, and started to think of how I was going to solve this problem. I thought if I had to, I was willing to spend the night in jail. I would prepare myself by taking a few books with me to the court house in the morning, just in case the security officer got wind of my arrival and whisked me off to a holding cell.
I nervously decided to tackle this as best as I could, with reasoning, friendliness, and if needed cookies. I got dressed, nice, but not TOO nice, because I did'nt want to look like I could afford the $604.00 ticket even though my dress was six bucks at the thrift store. Anyway, I walked into the court house, and found my way to the traffic division. There was one lady in front of me arguing with the court worker about payment of a ticket. I immediately thought I was going to be in trouble, but did notice that this traffic offender in front of me was not using the best approach. She was asked to leave. Wow, the lady behind the glass had POWER. I walked up, with my 1980's day glow pink notice and said, "I think I am in trouble" She laughed, and we were on our way. I explained that I screwed up, and I can't afford the high fee. She happily looked up my history and offered to get my fee reduced if I made an appearance with the traffic judge. YES!
So, even though I had a good book, and the possibility of a full nights sleep, it looks like I am free until my court date April 21 st. Do me a favor, put it on YOUR calender too so you can remind me.