Harumph.
I didn't have my new sticker for my license plate yet, even though I paid my fees for it already but just hadn't had the chance to get a smog check for my car. So Mr. Highway Patrol Guy decides that it'd be pretty cool to pull me over to inform me of this. Oh, and to give me my second traffic ticket. Sweet!
(The first one was from two years ago while I was still on my permit driving home from the San Diego Comic Con--it was nearing the midnight curfew so I was driving faster than usual on a near-empty 5-N freeway when a copper goes ahead and flashes his light at me. Rock.)
It. It just upsets me how I know there are people who consistently go at least 30 miles past the speed limit in any given area while being drunk and/or high off some sort of illegal drug. And somehow they've managed to get off scot free? Whereas I get caught because my sticker was a blindingly offensive yellow, when it should instead be red. Ah, clearly justice is served.
Well. Keep it a secret from my mom, mmkah? :)
(The first one was from two years ago while I was still on my permit driving home from the San Diego Comic Con--it was nearing the midnight curfew so I was driving faster than usual on a near-empty 5-N freeway when a copper goes ahead and flashes his light at me. Rock.)
It. It just upsets me how I know there are people who consistently go at least 30 miles past the speed limit in any given area while being drunk and/or high off some sort of illegal drug. And somehow they've managed to get off scot free? Whereas I get caught because my sticker was a blindingly offensive yellow, when it should instead be red. Ah, clearly justice is served.
Well. Keep it a secret from my mom, mmkah? :)