Posted by: Chrissy Deem | February 8, 2008
Did Georgia secretly succeed from the U.S.?
- Today I went downtown to take care of my tickets. I couldn’t help notice the many license plate borders I saw covering the registration stickers of the cars in front of me. I was told by Officer Ben Dover that the ticket for my plate border would be dropped if I showed the people downtown it was removed.
- Fine, then I would only have to pay for the expired registration.
- So I told the lady behind the bullet proof glass what he had said. She informed me they couldn’t do anything of the sort and since I had been given two tickets, it was required by law that I go to court on Feb. 19th.
- I had never heard such a thing. In most states, all you have to do is pay and it’s over. I walked away and realized I had class on the 19th and needed to change my court date. I went to window #3 and explained the situation. The woman said I could write the judge a letter to push back the date. She slid a piece of computer paper under the window. I went into the adjacent room and began to write…”To Whom It May Concern.”
- I went to another window to turn it in. Window Lady #8 asked to see my citations. From the look on her face you would have thought I ran over a group of tourists or caused a 20 car pile up. She basically said it wasn’t a good idea to change the date. She went on to say, if for some reason I missed my court date they would suspend my license and charge an extra $100. It was around this time someone started to flip out in the middle of the courthouse. Some guy had been pushed to edge and kept yelling that he was next because he had been passed on to so many different windows. I felt his pain…but was thankful they had metal detectors.
- I felt like I was in a foreign country. Then it hit me, maybe Georgia secretly became it’s own country after the civil war. Maybe, they just gradually started to ignore constitutional rights and no one paid attention. I wondered what would happen if I said the wrong thing in court. Would I be thrown in a jail cell with some scary woman nicknamed Big Bertha? Hmmm.
- Hopefully, she’s nice.
