|No Turn On Red
||[Sep. 16th, 2009|11:39 pm]
I got a traffic citation on the way to the gym this evening. |
(And I would just like to digress for a moment to point out the significance of that prepositional phrase: I have been going to the gym. Voluntarily, even!)
There was a green arrow that turned yellow, and I thought it would be followed by a straight green, so everything would be fine because there was no oncoming traffic, but no. It turned red after the arrow. And there was a police car right there.
In theory, I could go to court and probably plea bargain for a deferral or whatever, but if I mail the fine within 20 days it's only 2 points instead of 4, and it's not as if there's any confusion as to what happened. It is, as they say, a fair cop. I think the responsible thing to do is just own up to it and pay the fine.
Or, as we used to say in Teh Old Country*: Eit!
I had my moment of antisocial rebellion in response.
In the locker room after my workout, I suddenly realized that I was completely alone. There was no-one else present; no witnesses, no-one to report me.
I knew what I had to do:
I turned off the televisions.