I was on my way to work, going only a few miles over the posted speed limit, which was 45 miles per hour. Thing is, nobody goes that speed on the road it was posted on, Clark road, near AD Mims road. Usually, even at that time in the morning, people are driving 50 mph or faster. I'm usually not the only one late for work that early. I was almost in the home-stretch to my place of occupation when I noticed a patrol car on the right side of the road. I had to have been ten or twenty yards away from it, and I was already slowing down because of the curve on the road, so I decided to slow down to the posted speed limit. I passed the car , and soon after it began to follow me. I cursed my luck, supposing that they had thought that they could cite me for speeding, which was malarky, but the car looked like it had been parked there for a while so the officer driving must have been pretty bored and was looking for action...any kind of action at all, including a faulty ticket. His car behind me was coming up closer and closer behind my car until I could see who was driving clearly in my rear view mirror. I didn't think he could have anything on me and would lose interest, unfortunately, the siren lights turned on, and I felt the sting of annoyance and relinquishment to fate as I found a good place to pull over. So getting ready, I got out my license, the car's registration and the insurance cards, all in my parents' names, hoping to some higher power everything was up to date and paid off. I was surprised when the officer had come up to the passenger-side window, as i had already rolled down the driver's side window, which was traditionally the window police officers come up to when they pull a person over. I knew that this was going to make me late, so I just decided to stay calm and just let my emotions of worry and annoyance of knowing the cop was just doing his job help the officer understand I wasn't some hooligan out for a joy ride. I then rolled down the passenger's side window to humor him, all of my stuff ready, and we exchanged out good mornings. He asked me if I knew why I had been pulled over. Honestly I didn't think he could write me up for speeding since I was already going 45 mph per the speed limit posted in the area of the road he had pulled me over, so I honestly thought maybe it was something else. So, seeing as how it would be honest for me to say so, I said, "No, sir, I honestly don't know why."
He had told me that I was going "59mph in a 45mph zone."
Bullshit, but since when has a cop who was stuck with the graveyard shift actually told the truth about why he pulled over an innocent, down-on-his-luck guy for an easy mark?
I was suprised. Fifty-nine(59) miles per hour in a forty-five(45) mph zone? He was really going to pull that on me, this early in the freakin' morning? I just went along with it. With the economy being as it is, I guessed another thing that greased the wheels for his ends justifying the means was probably his wallet being light and a family back home. He also said that the registration was out of date, I wasn't surprised to hear that, since my mother wouldn't do anything responsible for anything in her name to save her fat, spoiled-rotten life. Especially if it had anything to do with the registration of the car she used to drive, or her shiny Cadillac car, she still would not move a finger. Funny thing is that before this fiasco happened; about a few weeks before, in fact; she had noticed that the registration was going to go out on my car and the was going to take care of it...No she didn't. Ditto for the laggard's Caddy.
So, since the surprise of what the officer was first going to cite me with, and the fact that I was being so congenial and cooperative with the other officer who had showed up talking to me, he decided to "go easy" on me. He gave me one small ticket of $76.00 dollars for the registration problem, which he said that if we took care of it quickly we would only have to pay a minimal fee of $10.00 dollars. He also gave me another ticket, which was going to be for "ignoring a red-light" instead of the original "speeding" citation. Not bad, I thought, seeing as how he had told me that if it was a ticket for speeding it would have been in the neighborhood of $200.00 and up. The citation he gave me for the signal infraction was instead going to be $146.00dollars, American. Isn't that just great?
Folks...I work at a Goddamn grocery store. One of the least-liked in the whole state of Florida, or in the southern states of the U.S.A. , Winn-Dixie.
These shit-kicker artistes have the largest turnover (firing or people quitting outright) rate in the country. Yeah, they're that bad to work for. I only get paid $7.35 per hour to work there, and they only work me for 10 hours a week at the most.
I do NOT HAVE the the funds necessary to be paying for crank-yanker traffic tickets like these. Especially when I only have one banking account and no credit to my name.

My last paycheck was a total of $120.00 dollars.
And if I didn't have to pay my parents $80.00 bucks just so they could piddle away on the things they like and seldom on any necessary bills, I could pay these tickets off directly on Tuesday afternoon. But as you can see my problem, I worried and had a mini-freak-out during work all this morning. It messed me up bad. Plus, the fact that I have only been given five to six hours for the past week makes things a lot worse.

But all things considered...at least the memory of a certain someone helps me smile. I just wish she knew, or if she cared.

Oh well...I'm ugly, short, fat, and still a virgin...but no matter how many times life kicks me in the nuts...I will still stand back up, and hobble on. ^'...'^