Fancy Car –> Fancy Speeding Ticket

This morning started out on the wrong foot. I was tooling along on the Katy Toll Road, running with traffic. Once we filtered off the toll road to merge onto the Katy I saw a Houston City Police car on the left side shoulder. When he put his foot on the break, I knew he was going to pull out and I knew I was going to get a ticket; my car was the most expensive car in the grouping. I was right. When I pulled over to the left shoulder, he followed me and pulled in behind me. Great.

Something that really bugs me about life in the big city is that there are no such things as warnings and the police generally don’t care and are unsympathetic. Now, I’m not saying that I wasn’t speeding. I was. But, I also took care to position my vehicle so the officer was protected. I turned on the interior lights of the car on so he could see my activity and I told him before I reached for my purse that I was going to stick my hand in there… all things that help a police feel moderately safe in a traffic stop. I was friendly, cheerful, respectful and most importantly I didn’t try any histrionics to get out of the ticket. And for all that… I got a ticket that wasn’t reduced in any way and a terse explanation of how I can pay my ticket or where to go if I want to fight it.

I have no intention of fighting the ticket. I was speeding, after all. It just would have been nice not to get one or to have the officer just give a warning. But, I’ve come to believe that warnings don’t happen in the Big City, either. At least, they don’t to slightly chubby blondes driving a Mercedes Benz GLK 350.

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About Fizz

*I'm a Northern Girl livin' in the South. *I graduated with a BS in Geophysics from Michigan Technological University (MTU). *I have critters: 2 dogs & 1 cat. *I love thunder and rain days. Too much sunshine gets on my nerves. (How I survive in Texas I do not know!) *I'm trying to remove swearing from my vocabulary (Good Luck!). *I'm the last single in my group of friends. The rest of the turn coats got married. *Sadly, the above friends are now procreating. Now the world will have yet more strange and twisted individuals that will have to go to an Engineering School to survive. *Yoopers do exist. Look on a map. *Marvin the Martian and I have a lot in common. We're both cranky when crossed and generally like our own way. *I will never be a model! (Thank god, that starvation stuff has GOT to be painful!!!). *I am not Fat! (Even though that little voice behind my right ear might tell me that every single day). *I am normal. Whatever that means! *Yes, you can be smart and not be a geek. *I've been told I'm not boring. We'll see. *Much to my irritation, I have been described as Eccentric. *I cannot spell! *Being Single is a frame of mind. *Who said life was fair?
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