
(ass of the circuit court cont'd)
The guy sitting down to her her right was either her husband or boyfriend, and he was going absolutely apeshit screaming at the burueacrats on the other side of the desk.
Evidently, from what I could hear over the ass, this guy had just spent the night in jail because the certified check he sent to the Clerk's office was never credited to him.
"I'M GOINT TO SUE EVERY MOTHER-FUCKER IN HERE!" he kept screaming again and again. "THIS WAS RACIALLY MOVITAVED!!!"
I'd actually never seen someone go off on a traffic clerk person like this without being asked to leave or get arrested.
(Personally I just indulge in vivid--yet idle--fanstasies about burning down the office. I imagine myself crawling onto the roof with a ski mask and drill and about a gallon of gasoline).
Anyway, before long, my number was called (B224) and I set up my Traffic court date to beat my $182 speeding ticket and $73 no-seatbelt ticket. Much to my disappointment, my court appointment was very soon and early in the morning. If I can't change the time I will lose more in workday earnings than I would have spent on the tickets themselves.
What a pain in the ass.
(Ps I posted this picture to yafro.com, if you can't get enough of it).
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