Redneck Georgia Court
Screwed again
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In February of this year I received a ticket for 'improper lane change' while driving my rig through Georgia. The ticket was bogus. The cop was standing up the road, outside of his car using his laser gun. I signaled, waiting for the lane to clear, and moved over so as to not pass too closely to the cop.
Well, he says I cut off a car when I changed lanes which was pure bull. He was just looking to write a ticket. Well, anyway, my court date was the 19th of last month, but I was hauling a military load out to Seattle. You don't just drop a military load. I called the court house and advised them that there was no way for me to make the trial. The lady said she would set me up a new trial date and send a letter advising me of the new date.
Well, guess what? I just received a notice of failure to appear. Now the fine is double and if I don't pay it in 10 days my license will be suspended. Needless to say, I called this airhead court clerk and gave her hell. She says she doesn't even remember talking to me. "How then, would I know your name lady?" I inquired through clenched teeth. "I dunno". Airhead response.
Well, now there's nothing to be done but send the $133 I can't spare to the redneck court if I want to keep my license.
Just what I needed right now. I begin to understand the clock tower sniper mentality.
Well, he says I cut off a car when I changed lanes which was pure bull. He was just looking to write a ticket. Well, anyway, my court date was the 19th of last month, but I was hauling a military load out to Seattle. You don't just drop a military load. I called the court house and advised them that there was no way for me to make the trial. The lady said she would set me up a new trial date and send a letter advising me of the new date.
Well, guess what? I just received a notice of failure to appear. Now the fine is double and if I don't pay it in 10 days my license will be suspended. Needless to say, I called this airhead court clerk and gave her hell. She says she doesn't even remember talking to me. "How then, would I know your name lady?" I inquired through clenched teeth. "I dunno". Airhead response.
Well, now there's nothing to be done but send the $133 I can't spare to the redneck court if I want to keep my license.
Just what I needed right now. I begin to understand the clock tower sniper mentality.