Like imagine the story I would have been able to post had I actually choked my co-worker. I would have even posted the pictures of [their] bruised neck had they not been considered evidence. I was having that kind of week, but I manage to control my emotions by being reminded of a time when I didn’t and in front of a judge.

I was on my way to work driving down a narrow street and on my left was a parked, empty school bus. There were three cars ahead of me and because there was no stop sign from the school bus, we drove past it and stopped at the light.

A few seconds later, a male cop motions for all of us to pull over to the side of the road and wait for another officer.

When the female officer arrived, she was instructed to write all of us a ticket for failing to yield to a school bus (the other officer claimed the yellow lights were flashing), I can’t remember the exact citation, but we had to appear in court.

When I arrived in court, the prosecutor was ready to play let’s make a deal = you pay the court fine and I’ll reduce your charges to no points, deal? I wasn’t ready to admit to something I did not do, so after speaking with the prosecutor, I spoke with the female officer.

She said saw ME drive on the other side of the street (the narrow road with the parked school bus; apparently being last in line, I also went around the cars in front of me) to sit at a red light. I said you weren’t even there, how would you know? Well that was her story and she was sticking to it. Fine, I’ll go before the judge and ask for a new hearing with my attorney.

She was clearly lying, but in a “he said-she said” situation the person in uniform usually wins. By the time I got in front of the judge I was incensed, and it showed, but I agreed to the plea deal because I wanted it to be over.

When it came time for me to sign a sheet of paper saying I accepted the plea, I scribbled my signature with a wave of my hand and then the judge got mad! He said I could not sign my name like that because that was not my signature! Two hot heads. I was held in contempt, never made it to cell, but had to pay a fine for that public display in addition to my other charges.

So as I’m walking out of the court room, I say something to another person who was also pulled over and the judge said I was being disrespectful for talking in court and for rolling my eyes at him. I admit I was trying to burn a hole in his dress with my eyes and may have shown some disgust when it didn’t work. I guess he let his emotions get the best of him too because he reversed all my charges and said to come back next week and to bring my attorney.

*&^%!

Just so happened I worked, and still do, at a law firm. When I got to work, I had a few minutes to calm down and realized my plan to show up dressed as a nun at my next court appearance was probably not a good idea. After being assigned an attorney to represent me, I faxed a letter of apology to the judge and the prosecutor for my behavior earlier and agreed to apologize in court.

Several days later when I arrived in court with my attorney in tow, I was calm and made sure I didn’t make eye contact with the judge. When my case was up, he called my attorney into chambers and I assume they were talking about me.

Turned out the judge was good friends with the female partner at my job and I had the wrong attorney. Standing before the court, I said some stuff I meant and the rest of it was hogwash! I felt like putting on an Emmy worthy performance, but instead, I paid the fine and quickly left before I got into any more trouble.

While I can look back at this situation with a slight grin, I will never trust a cop and I’m afraid of school buses. I still dream of revenge but now when life hands me lemons, I make a blog post.

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