Today, in Traffic Court, I learned:

People really don’t care about their appearance. I have never in my life seen so many women and men who can care less about how they are dressed and what type of statement that makes. On a serious note, there should be a stricter dress code when appearing in court. From messy hair do-s that ranged from platinum blonde to fire engine red to guys with pants 2 sizes to big and the t-shirt to match, it was defnitely a wide range of characters in the building.

Getting a ticket and contesting it is a very tedious and annoying process. I never want to get another speeding ticket/traffic violation again in my life. Why, you ask – besides scarring my driving record? Well, regardless of the fact that you only went 10 miles over the speed limit or you didn’t have on your seatbelt because you were just going to the next parking lot, you are shunned when you’re merely asking for direction; you are treated with little to no respect by the officers that are there; and you have to sit in the lobby with those who have violated probation, didn’t pay child support, etc. and no one will be able to distinguish you from them. And well, they don’t even try to. “/

Guys will try to get your number WHEREVER and WHENEVER they can. I have never been hit on by so many criminals in my life and it made me extremely uncomfortable. This tactic has to be working on some female.. somewhere .. in some courthouse. #WhyTho?

People don’t listen, read, and follow directions as often as they should. And I honestly believe that for some people, it is an election because they’re prefer to be difficult and argumentative. For example, the Prosecutor states that you have to check in, get a white slip of paper, and wait until your name is called before you can contest your ticket. With that being said, to the top of his lungs might I add, I’m not sure why an entire bench of people sitting right next to the prosecutor while stating what I’ve previously mentioned, began complaining and groaning saying they already have a slip and why they need to get another. -_-

People can careless about the vulgarity that comes from the mouth. They don’t care if they’re sitting right next to you or directly behind you where you can hear every. single. word. that they’re saying, even if every other word is that of obscenity. From sex to who’s the new Criminal Informant, or rat as it was stated – discretion was not in the building.

When contesting a ticket, the prosecutor asks you if the violations are true, and if the officer isn’t there, it’s pretty much your word against theirs. Now, I’ve heard of this before, but I didn’t think it was that simple. Mind you, I was telling the truth; but, I could have easily lied about some things and he still would have taken my word for it.*

After waiting for two hours, sharing the newspaper with an older gentleman that felt just as out of place as I did, I left the building with a $134 promise to pay.

*doesn’t work in all areas. use wisely. :)

After today, I’ll have 4 sets of keys. I spent two hours looking for my car&house keys so I could take the children to school and so I can go to school. Needless to say, that didn’t happen this morning. My house is literally in shambles and it resembles nothing short of a pig’s sty. Who do I have to thank for my frustration this morning? No one other than my 1-year old son.

Have you ever found yourself at the mercy of a toddler? Imagine my agony while trying to plead with my 1-year-old to try and remember where he put Mommy’s keys. The problem wasn’t getting him to answer; rather, it was getting him to explain to me what he meant by “over there!”

“Over there!” meant the trash. So, here I am, sifting through dirty diapers, food containers, soda cans and the like. They weren’t in there and at this point, I’m so frustrated because now I’m almost late for work. It took a while for the idea to check ALL of the trash cans in my home, to register in my head. And what do you know? The keys were in the kitchen’s trash can.

I learned two valuable lessons today: make extra sets of keys and hang them in high places.