Frustrated, incorporated

So I got a ticket a few weeks ago (I think I posted about it briefly). Yes, I was speeding, but it still rankles because it's obviously a money making speed trap. Why else would the city set a 35MPH speed limit on the service road of an interstate highway (and then post a cop right where folks are stepping on the gas to build up enough speed to merge without *boomsplat* because the entrance ramps are >_____< this long)?

Whatevs. I get it. I don't like it because it's manipulation, which makes me extra fractious... but my brain understands (even if the rest of me wants to shake someone until his eyes fly outta his head like champagne corks—is Hell's Kitten gonna have to choke a bitch?).

I sent in my "I'd like defensive driving, please" form since I haven't had a ticket in more than 5 years. Except I sent it from work, which took longer than expected. My postmark missed the due date by 1 day. Defensive driving? No longer an option. Bah.

I can either pay the ticket ($230) or take a deferred option ($280), the latter of which means that I can't get another ticket in the State of Texas for 6 months, but it will be expunged from my record (which will not affect my insurance rates).

The clerk at the window was polite, empathetic, and efficient; with that I have no complaint. But I am just pissed that there's no room for discretionary overrides. I mean, I had to pay over $1,500 for radiation, and because of said radiation I couldn't manage a full 40-hour work week. And I was a little slow in getting errands—or anything else—done, too. It was ONE FRAKKING DAY!

What the hell use is it to have a Breast Cancer Card if playing it won't get you out of a gorram speeding ticket?!?!?!?

Yes, I'm mostly frustrated with myself for not handling it sooner... but sheesh. I've had a bit on my plate lately. There are worse things, to be sure, but dammit! Am I being a wuss because I didn't get bits lopped off or endure chemo? (As if 2nd degree burns on my tender vittles weren't bad enough...)

Maybe I need remedial lessons on how to act pitiful enough to properly wield the Breast Cancer Card to get the full effect? I'm admittedly not too good at such things; it feels manipulative in a bad way, even if I'm justified. Stoopit scruple. : /

Frustrated, incorporated

So I got a ticket a few weeks ago (I think I posted about it briefly). Yes, I was speeding, but it still rankles because it's obviously a money making speed trap. Why else would the city set a 35MPH speed limit on the service road of an interstate highway (and then post a cop right where folks are stepping on the gas to build up enough speed to merge without *boomsplat* because the entrance ramps are >_____< this long)?

Whatevs. I get it. I don't like it because it's manipulation, which makes me extra fractious... but my brain understands (even if the rest of me wants to shake someone until his eyes fly outta his head like champagne corks—is Hell's Kitten gonna have to choke a bitch?).

I sent in my "I'd like defensive driving, please" form since I haven't had a ticket in more than 5 years. Except I sent it from work, which took longer than expected. My postmark missed the due date by 1 day. Defensive driving? No longer an option. Bah.

I can either pay the ticket ($230) or take a deferred option ($280), the latter of which means that I can't get another ticket in the State of Texas for 6 months, but it will be expunged from my record (which will not affect my insurance rates).

The clerk at the window was polite, empathetic, and efficient; with that I have no complaint. But I am just pissed that there's no room for discretionary overrides. I mean, I had to pay over $1,500 for radiation, and because of said radiation I couldn't manage a full 40-hour work week. And I was a little slow in getting errands—or anything else—done, too. It was ONE FRAKKING DAY!

What the hell use is it to have a Breast Cancer Card if playing it won't get you out of a gorram speeding ticket?!?!?!?

Yes, I'm mostly frustrated with myself for not handling it sooner... but sheesh. I've had a bit on my plate lately. There are worse things, to be sure, but dammit! Am I being a wuss because I didn't get bits lopped off or endure chemo? (As if 2nd degree burns on my tender vittles weren't bad enough...)

Maybe I need remedial lessons on how to act pitiful enough to properly wield the Breast Cancer Card to get the full effect? I'm admittedly not too good at such things; it feels manipulative in a bad way, even if I'm justified. Stoopit scruple. : /

Frustrated, incorporated

So I got a ticket a few weeks ago (I think I posted about it briefly). Yes, I was speeding, but it still rankles because it's obviously a money making speed trap. Why else would the city set a 35MPH speed limit on the service road of an interstate highway (and then post a cop right where folks are stepping on the gas to build up enough speed to merge without *boomsplat* because the entrance ramps are >_____< this long)?

Whatevs. I get it. I don't like it because it's manipulation, which makes me extra fractious... but my brain understands (even if the rest of me wants to shake someone until his eyes fly outta his head like champagne corks—is Hell's Kitten gonna have to choke a bitch?).

I sent in my "I'd like defensive driving, please" form since I haven't had a ticket in more than 5 years. Except I sent it from work, which took longer than expected. My postmark missed the due date by 1 day. Defensive driving? No longer an option. Bah.

I can either pay the ticket ($230) or take a deferred option ($280), the latter of which means that I can't get another ticket in the State of Texas for 6 months, but it will be expunged from my record (which will not affect my insurance rates).

The clerk at the window was polite, empathetic, and efficient; with that I have no complaint. But I am just pissed that there's no room for discretionary overrides. I mean, I had to pay over $1,500 for radiation, and because of said radiation I couldn't manage a full 40-hour work week. And I was a little slow in getting errands—or anything else—done, too. It was ONE FRAKKING DAY!

What the hell use is it to have a Breast Cancer Card if playing it won't get you out of a gorram speeding ticket?!?!?!?

Yes, I'm mostly frustrated with myself for not handling it sooner... but sheesh. I've had a bit on my plate lately. There are worse things, to be sure, but dammit! Am I being a wuss because I didn't get bits lopped off or endure chemo? (As if 2nd degree burns on my tender vittles weren't bad enough...)

Maybe I need remedial lessons on how to act pitiful enough to properly wield the Breast Cancer Card to get the full effect? I'm admittedly not too good at such things; it feels manipulative in a bad way, even if I'm justified. Stoopit scruple. : /

Frustrated, incorporated

So I got a ticket a few weeks ago (I think I posted about it briefly). Yes, I was speeding, but it still rankles because it's obviously a money making speed trap. Why else would the city set a 35MPH speed limit on the service road of an interstate highway (and then post a cop right where folks are stepping on the gas to build up enough speed to merge without *boomsplat* because the entrance ramps are >_____< this long)?

Whatevs. I get it. I don't like it because it's manipulation, which makes me extra fractious... but my brain understands (even if the rest of me wants to shake someone until his eyes fly outta his head like champagne corks—is Hell's Kitten gonna have to choke a bitch?).

I sent in my "I'd like defensive driving, please" form since I haven't had a ticket in more than 5 years. Except I sent it from work, which took longer than expected. My postmark missed the due date by 1 day. Defensive driving? No longer an option. Bah.

I can either pay the ticket ($230) or take a deferred option ($280), the latter of which means that I can't get another ticket in the State of Texas for 6 months, but it will be expunged from my record (which will not affect my insurance rates).

The clerk at the window was polite, empathetic, and efficient; with that I have no complaint. But I am just pissed that there's no room for discretionary overrides. I mean, I had to pay over $1,500 for radiation, and because of said radiation I couldn't manage a full 40-hour work week. And I was a little slow in getting errands—or anything else—done, too. It was ONE FRAKKING DAY!

What the hell use is it to have a Breast Cancer Card if playing it won't get you out of a gorram speeding ticket?!?!?!?

Yes, I'm mostly frustrated with myself for not handling it sooner... but sheesh. I've had a bit on my plate lately. There are worse things, to be sure, but dammit! Am I being a wuss because I didn't get bits lopped off or endure chemo? (As if 2nd degree burns on my tender vittles weren't bad enough...)

Maybe I need remedial lessons on how to act pitiful enough to properly wield the Breast Cancer Card to get the full effect? I'm admittedly not too good at such things; it feels manipulative in a bad way, even if I'm justified. Stoopit scruple. : /