So, let's say you get a speeding ticket. And let's say you really, truly and honestly forgot to pay it (unlike the red-light cam ticket one may or may not received upwards of a half a decade ago). Then, you get a letter in the mail exactly one year later [which incidentally is the same day that you are departing for Spring Break to a destination that is 3 time zones away]. And that letter states that you have exactly 5 business days to get your sweet and sour to the court and pay that ticket, or else your license will be suspended. And those 5 business days? yea, they occur while you are sunning yourself in the desert Southwest.
So you get home to find said letter, as well as another Official Looking Letter from your states Department of Motor Vehicles stating that since you didn't pay your ticket, your license has, indeed been suspended, and that If You Are Driving Currently, You Are Driving Illegally With A Suspended License. Which, of course, you have been, since you have been on vaycay.
After a brief moment of panic, and a vocalized mantra of "this is not good, this is not good, this is not good," you pull yourself up by your big girl pants, and give thanks that the court you need to pay the fine to has online payments. And thus, you pay your fine to the city, and you pay a reinstatement fee to the state, and you drive on your merry way.
But the key to all this is to not allow your father to know that any of this occurred. Because it will certainly end in a firm chastisement and the all to familiar growl of "Keeeeeeerrrrrrr" making a nearly 29 year old feel like she's 5 (you hear that, Loose Lips Sister? Can it.)
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In Other News:
1) NEO has blessed us with a heavy dousing of moisture for the past 2 weeks. My April mantra was "April showers bring May flowers..." but I now wonder what I should say now that we are in the Month of May, and it is still raining. The bright side to this? I can think of nothing more beautiful than the magnolia tree outside of my apartment window. There is something about the contrast between the rough rain soaked brown branches, the satiny pink ombre petals, and the bright punch of green leaves.
2) There is someone in Boulder, Colorado with my exact same name who purchased a Toyota recently who somehow thought that her email address was my email address. How do I know this? Because I keep receiving very nice, but annoying, emails from a Boulder Toyota dealer about specials and maintenance appointments. Which begs the question: How can you not know your own email address? AND, Does every Coloradoan drive a Prius? Methinks yes.
2 comments:
My boundaries sister drives a Jetta...but her husband drives a Subaru if that's any consolation.
Molly, does your Jetta driving sister, or Subaru drivin brother in law know the other Kerrie Johnson in Boulder? If so, tell them to have her change her email address with her car dealer. :)
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