Remember Those Parking Tickets?

Nearly a year ago (holy crap, was that really a year ago??), I posted about how the Traffic Warrant Division of Davidson County was trying to gobble up my savings like the money-grubbing jerks that they are. I sent a strongly worded letter requesting that they lift the charges that they were levying against me, and that was that. I didn't hear anything after that.

Until...

Earlier this year, I received an angry phone call from my mother, informing me that a police officer showed up at my parents' door with a warrant. A warrant, folks.

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First things first, MomLady is an awesome woman. She is one of the kindest, most caring people you will ever meet. Don't get her angry, though. Her anger is incredibly rare, but when present, it is a terrifying sight to behold (see right for a tame depiction of probably around level 7out of 10 anger). I guess I got that trait from her, because I'm the same way.

Either way, the conversation was not pleasant. After our phone argument (i.e. "Why didn't you take care of this??", "I did!!!", "Well, obviously not!!", etc.), both of us were pissed at The Man for not informing us that this was an issue before it got to be such a big deal.

Not only that, but I had gotten all of my ducks in a row. A few months after sending my nasty-gram, I called the Traffic Warrant Division and spoke to a clerk there. I asked him specifically if he would look up my name, my license, etc, and let me know if I had any outstanding fines on it. He confirmed that I was in the clear. A spotless record. I was good to go.

Obviously, Mr. ClerkMan was mistaken. Douchecanoe...


So here I am with this warrant issued to me, summoning me to court. They even said that my license was temporarily suspended until the fines were paid.

Those jerks.

By the time my court summons came up, ML and I went downtown and fought the man with everything we had.

It all happened rather quickly, though. I kind of wanted it to be some dramatic life-changing event that was worthy of a Lifetime movie, but sadly it was about as interesting as watching a turtle make his way across a desolate road (Chapter 3 from Grapes of Wrath, anyone? Anyone? Bueller?).

It ended out where I had to pay the original $20 for the parking tickets, but the judge, in her benevolent wisdom, waived the extra fines. 

Now, I would have rather not have paid anything, but I decided not to fight the $20. The judge ruled, and that was that.

What's the moral to this story?

The government sucks and will take advantage of you if you let them.

No, not really. I mean, yes, kind of, but not entirely.

The real moral is keep on top of your shit. Take down names of people you talk to, make copies of everything, and prepare for the worst. It will make things a lot easier when shit hits the fan.

Have any of you had an experience like this with the government?

I truly have no desire whatsoever to go through it again. It was so stressful!

Peace.
Stef.

Comments

GunDiva said…
From the woman who has a current FTA Bench Warrant for having an animal at large ticket...I get it. My cat was an indoor/outdoor cat who beat up a neighbor's dog - he called animal control, I got a ticket. I called the court clerk and asked about my ticket, told her I couldn't get off of work to make my court appointment and she said to just pay my ticket. Four days later, I got a Bench Warrant in the mail. Bitch.

Luckily, one of my co-workers is also an attorney and he's trying to have my Bench Warrant dropped so I don't have to go through all the processing and shit.

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