What Susie Wrote on My Blog

Susie said: I avoid these intimate interactions, second-guess everything I do, and am thin skinned and extremely private. I like live groups (once upon a time, before Internet, all groups were live, remember?) so that I can socialize without giving of myself. It all stays nice and superficial--er, easy--that way. And if I reveal too much, I disappear. Forever.

Friday, June 30, 2006

You CAN Beat City Hall (part 1) -- Thursday, March 16, 2006

Maybe it's best to write in the mornings, when life seems fresh and hopeful, rather than at night, when the day's failures loom big.Mornings will produce funny posts, and nights soap operas.

So here's my morning post:
____________________________

You CAN Beat City Hall
(part 1)

I'd gotten a ticket in Louisiana--70 mph in a 55 zone--in an ittybitty city of 250 called Village of _______. I'd been driving 60 mph behind a cement truck in a two-lane highway. Now 60 was good, comfortable. I liked 60, but I couldn't see beyond the truck. And I like a clear view of the road to spot danger ahead. So I passed the truck at 70 and got ticketed by I'm sure the city's only police officer, who waits at this 15-second stretch of city highway to catch offenders and refurbish city coffers.

$199.00?! That's more than three days of work for me! (I substitue teach and pretend to be responsible with children.)

Am I going to work three days and pay this stupid ticket? No way! I'm going to go to jail like my (unnamed relative) does and gets rid of hundreds of dollars worth of warrants for unpaid traffic fines. He gets caught, goes in for a few hours, and wipes out $800 + . How hard can that be?


I convince my husband that a 250-person city jail can't be that bad, and he either must be hard up for money or is gonna teach me oooooone gooooooood lesson (or both), but he doesn't fight me. So I call Village of ______ to announce my plan.

The city secretary sounds 78 years old. She is momentarily speechless at my request to go to jail. They don't have a jail, she says. Maybe I'll have to go to the county jail instead. Anyway, come talk to the judge.

" The county jail?" the (experienced unnamed relative) asks. "Oh MAN, I don't think you want to go there." Now I'm scared. No matter. I'm cheaper than I am scared, and $200 is $200!

Fifty bucks in gas and three hours of driving lands me at night court, held every second Tuesday of each month at 5:45 pm. I'm dressed in my best suit, shoes, and scarf to show that I'm no ordinary jailbird and to perhaps get some sympathy and kidglove treatment by the jailers.


I have special food packed--a cooler of frozen, fresh-squeezed juice that hopefully a nice jail in a small little county will allow.

But just as I reach City Hall, my (unnamed relative) calls to tell me his lawyer's reaction: "Louisiana? She'll be lucky to get out of there alive." I waver a little; but then I think of the $200 I'll save, and I'm strengthened.

Well, blarny! This was supposed to be an unfinished draft. I must have pressed the wrong button. (My husband would say here, "You're supposed to apologize. You never apologize." Well, I'm sorry, ya'll.)

Go here for part II.

posted by Susie Hovendick Chan

1 Comments:

  • At 6/30/2006 10:12:00 AM, Blogger Jim said…

    8 Comments:
    At Thu Mar 16, 11:56:04 AM CST, Seeker said...
    When did you get out of the slammer?


    At Thu Mar 16, 01:02:16 PM CST, Ralph's Homespun Headlines said...
    Don't leave us hanging!! Did they let you go? Did you go to jail? Did they laugh when you brought your food? Did you have to share your juice with the other inmates? The suspense is kill us.
    Nice post. I am curious how it came out.
    Ralph


    At Thu Mar 16, 02:22:54 PM CST, Mitch said...
    Susie, good to see you posting.

    I think you ought to throw a "ceau" (spelling). I really look forward to your posts. Try to figure a way to lock dad out of his blog and take over for him permanently.

    Just kidding (sort of, that is). Let us know how the jail thing came out.


    At Thu Mar 16, 03:41:23 PM CST, Mitch said...
    I forgot to ask, what were you and the big truck doing 60 mph in a 30 mph zone for in the first place?

    And then you stepped it up to 70?


    At Thu Mar 16, 04:01:44 PM CST, Susie Hovendick Chan said...
    Uh oh. it was a 55 zone.


    At Thu Mar 16, 04:01:59 PM CST, Susie Hovendick Chan said...
    Uh oh. it was a 55 zone.


    At Thu Mar 16, 07:32:06 PM CST, Rachel said...
    Okay, I'll try to be patient and wait for "the rest of the story."

    Your nickname isn't "jailbird" is it??


    At Fri Mar 17, 06:10:36 AM CST, Cliff Morrow said...
    I've driven enough semi's to know you well. I'll bet your favorite thing to do is pass trucks and then slam on your brakes and make a turn.
    I'm also wondering what your girl friends name is from jail.
    ..

     

Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home