FAST FORWARD TO YESTERDAY:
I realized yesterday, that I had missed my court date for the speeding ticket. Ordinarily, I would have just paid the ticket, but this time I wanted to talk to the judge, and explain the circumstances, in the hope that he or she would give me a break and keep the ticket off my record (and therefore off of my insurance record).
"Why did you miss your court date?", you ask. I'll tell you: I have an employee, Terry, who was taken into hospital a week so so ago, leaving us both worried about him, and also short staffed. He is going to be fine, but is leaving his appendix and part of his colon with the hospital. We are a small office, and it was pretty chaotic - to the point that I JUST PLAIN FORGOT. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l00GGEy_72c)
AND NOW THIS MORNING ROLLS AROUND:
Ok, so I made arrangements to go to court this morning, where I would presumably be able to charm the judge. I was supposed to be there at 8:30 sharp. However, this morning a semi crashed on the interstate, closing I-75 south, and re-routing everyone. I finally made it to court at 9 am, and was able to sit in the courtroom with thugs, scalawags, Mother rapers, Father stabbers, Father rapers! (homage to Arlo Guthrie right there). The guy before me was wearing handcuffs, an orange jumpsuit and orange Crocs. He and the judge were arguing about his next court appearance, since the guy was due to go to prison in Georgia until 2015, and wouldn't be available in 60 days.
Thankfully, not my judge
Finally, it was my turn. I went up to the bench with my coat, tie, and accountants face on. The judge asked me why I missed the original court date, and had no sympathy when I told him about Terry. He chewed me out and rescheduled the court date for my heinous crime to August 26, with a stern warning that excuses would not work a second time.
This is in no way reminiscent of my morning in court:
I left court, chagrined, and went to get into my car. Guess what was on my windshield? Yep:
Happy birthday, Ian.