On Friday I had a date with the traffic court judge after getting ticketed for going 55 in a 35 on Connecticut Ave back in December. Traffic violators had such uncreative excuses that while waiting I began to have hope that I’d be let off easy. I decided to take a “keepin’ it real” approach to my excuse. No bullshit, just straight-up honesty:
“At the time of the incident there were two friends with me and we were laughing, talking. Plus I had on the house music really loud so I was not realizing how fast I was going… I was distracted. I know the speed limit was 35, which is why I always keep it under 45. I just slipped this time.”
“So you knew the speed limit was 35?”
Instantly I knew what was wrong with my excuse; not only did I admit to speeding but I was very aware of what the speed limit was.
“When was the last time you got a moving violation?” he said.
“Four years ago.”
“… speeding. :sad:”
My fate was sealed.
I did recognize someone in court though. Whenever I run into a girl that looks familiar, it’s usually because I hit on her in some club. About a year ago I started talking to this girl at the gym, who was barely 18 at the time. More recently I saw her at Spank and we flirted and danced a little, but I remember not going for the number since she was Persian. Well I roll into the courthouse and see her… in a SWEAT SUIT. She ends up getting no points and a reduced fine while I get the full fine – plus court costs – and one point, even though I pimped it out with a business casual outfit that included a tie my mom bought me four years ago. At least my attire got a compliment from the court cashier lady.