- So I got a ticket.
- Actually, I got two tickets.
- I decided to go to Kinko’s around 2am on a Sunday night. I told myself,” I’m not on drugs and I haven’t had a drop of alcohol, so I guess I can go.” I know that when it’s that early in the morning there’s going to be a lot of police officers out. I know that I don’t really have to do anything to get pulled over. They can always say I was driving erratically or some other crap like that.
- Well, the Sunday night pull-over fell into the category of “some other crap like that.” Officer Ben Dover (name has been changed to protect the ridiculous) had tailed me for a couple blocks. After he stared at the back of my car for about 5 minutes, he decided to flip on his lights. I pulled over to the side of Peachtree. He asked for my license and registration. I asked him what I had done. He said that the West Virginia University Alumni plate border was blocking my registration sticker and that was illegal. Really? I’ve had it on there for 3 years.
- I searched through my glove box for my registration. When I finally found it, I realized that it had expired a few weeks ago. I never received a 30 day notice and for some reason I thought it expired in February. You can’t tell by looking at the sticker because it only has the year. He told me to pull into a parking lot. I complied with his orders. I then realized I had just missed my opportunity to talk my way out of it. I just stared at the cars going by. I swear the people inside looked like they had been drinking or taking drugs. Good thing he caught the person with the expired registration. I’m glad he was there to protect and to serve the public. He got out of his car 15 minutes later. He told me he had written two tickets. One for my expired registration and one for blocking the sticker. I told him that I was a student and on my way to Kinko’s. But it was too late. He said I could go to court and see if I could get out of it or get it reduced. Thanks.
- What really makes me mad is that I didn’t really have to go to Kinko’s. It was just a nicer way to present my work.
********************Dramatization***************************************************************************************************************************************************************************IIIIIIIK I know it looks like an 8-year-old sketched this, but I just wanted to get my point across.
