Yesterday I was driving home from Altoona and happened to be going a little over the speed limit. When I look in the mirror there was a Cresson Township cop behind me with his lights on. I had been pulled over once before and given a warning. I knew that this time I was absolutely screwed.
Needless to say, I was right. Luckily the cop gave me a ticket for just failing to obey traffic signs and he was actually pretty cool about it. He seemed genuinely concerned that I might forget to pay the fine and have an arrest warrant put out for me. Not like this has ever happened before. Okay, that is a lie, it happened once before.
Funny story, I got a ticket for doing 32 in a 25 in Crafton. I had every intention of paying the fine. In fact, I wrote the check, put it in an envelope, and thought I mailed it. One Sunday, I am sitting at my place and there is a knock on the door. Do you know how many knocks I had at my door while living there? Not many. I opened up and there were two constables standing there, they said they had a warrant for my arrest.
I argued up and down that I paid the fine, and then I looked at my desk and saw the envelope. I forgot to mail it! This is where things got shady. The constables said that if I gave them cash, then it would be cool. I told them I could give them a check, but they wanted me to go to an ATM and get cash. I said that I could not do that because I did not get paid until the next day. They said if they checked with the magistrates office and it was not there by 4:00 p.m. on Monday, they would come take me to jail.
I went down to the magistrates office the next day and paid the fine. I wonder if the constables were just trying to take my cash from me? I guess I will never know.
Back to this ticket, I really wish the cop would have looked like the girl above. I would be much happier about getting a ticket if Denise Milani was standing there. Also, if you are already giving me a ticket, why does it take so damn long to sit there and write the bloody thing. And, why the hell do cops always ask: “do you know why I pulled you over?” Yeah, I am well aware of it. In fact, do not ask me why I was speeding. I like to drive fast, I am in a hurry, whatever. If I lied and said that I had to get home to poop, would you let me go? Probably not. I am sure that cops already know as they walk up to the car whether they are giving you a ticket or not.
Okay, sorry about that rant. Here are more pictures of Denise Milani.