Unless you’re new around here, you’re probably already aware that I consider myself a goodie-twoshoes. So much so that I never snuck out of my parents house, didn’t do drugs, didn’t break curfew, didn’t drink until the week before my 19th birthday- anyway. I’m sure you get the picture. Now as I was saying… 2 weeks ago, Debbi, Jess, Lauren, Jillian and I set out in the early afternoon to check out Toronto’s fully accessible park (I have a few things to say about this, but I’m still trying to get the right wording.) Shortly after leaving the house, I noticed a police car behind me. I immediately start stressing. Why I fear authority is beyond me. The police officer then pulled me over a few blocks ahead. Asked for the usual suspects, license, registration, insurance info. I immediately panicked. I’m good at that. I then also remembered the sticker on our license plate had expired. (Whoops.) So I present my licence and insurance but the registration was no where to be found. Go me. So ridiculous. The police officer then came back after what seemed like a stupidly long time (don’t forget I have 3 anxious girls in the backseat. :p) She presents me with my documents plus 2 pretty green tickets. By now- I’m a crying mess. The cop just looks at me and says “Uh. What’s the matter?” Me: “I don’t like being in trouble” She seemed to enjoy that one. :p Ignoring my stupid crying, she explained that my insurance card had expired (awesome. Why wasn’t the newest one in the car?) and that since my plate was expired, I was getting a ticket for that too. Lucky me. Definitely started our day off on the wrong foot. The cop then told me I could pay the fines (“Failure to surrender proof of insurance” – which in itself is stupid since I surrendered it, it was just expired. She should go back to take some English courses. So the lack of insurance card was a $62 fine and “No current validation sticker” would cost me $101.78 I find the fact that there’s tax on traffic tickets slightly amusing.), meet with a prosecutor to discuss possible resolution of the charges or go to court to contest the tickets. The cop even advised me that if I bring in proof of up to date insurance and the paperwork stating I had the new sticker on my plate, more than likely the charges would be dropped. I decided to go for it. You only live once.
I had 2 weeks from the date of the tickets to go to the court house to set a trial date. Obviously, since I’m a stellar procrastinator, I landed there yesterday- exactly 2 weeks from the date of the ticket. In my defence, I was a) waiting for pay day b) had planned on going on Wednesday which coincidentally was pay day but Jillian ended up getting another round of botox (yay!) on Wednesday.
I’m a huge people watcher and the provincial court didn’t let me down. Also, I felt the need to have someone keep me company and thankfully Amanda was around to text with. Just an FYI I love colourful language. (click to enlarge)
So now I wait. Apparently they’ll contact me within 6 months to set a trial date. If I don’t hear from them in 6 months, to call them. I can barely remember if I peed in the morning let alone something 6 months from now!
The chink really isn’t a good look for me.