Tomorrow I leave Montgomery County for at least 5 years. I don't plan on returning.
For those who know me, they know that I've been dyin to hit the road for a long time. The only thing that has stopped me has been money and opportunity. With both now (briefly in terms of money) within my grasp, I was left to face my final challenge: the MD Circuit Court.
The violation wasn't that big of a deal really... I'd blown the emissions test date off and finally got pulled over with suspended registration. The fine is huge though (280 dollars!) so I had to pay, in cash, today. But when I got there, the lady at the counter told me that I had a chance to lower the fine if I talked to a judge. I had NO desire to do so, but it seemed like a good idea to leave with a little money still in my pocket.
I walk into the court room and wait for my case number to be called. Low and behold, when it is my turn I see none other than Judge ABCDE (Name changed to keep my ass out of jail) staring at me. Her eyes were little narrow slits, giving me reason to think that I remained her least favorite person, at least today.
She read over my file, I'm sure letting her eyes drag over the ban from Kohl's Department Stores (lifetime ban, 100 feet from the parking lot at all times) and remembering how she filed that restraining order for them. I'm a troublemaker, apparently.
"Just pay the fine, for chrissakes! Case dismissed."
I smile, walk outside, laugh as the ladies behind the glass stare at me, and pay my ridiculous fine.
Goodbye MC. I hope you chafe.
Friday, August 11, 2006
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