i am not sure that i am cut out for the real world of downtown oklahoma city.
on this joyous day i took a little venture into the unknown: county courthouse.
you see, yesterday i woke up bright and early monday morning to go to work and let the cleaning lady and her "creeper" son in the store to push around dust...(a creeper is one who causes extreme awkward situations to occur, and could quite possibly give you the "all-overs."). well, i was running late, so i decided that the turnpike would be an okay place to speed on considering i havent been pulled over since i was 16 so i must be escaping the law pretty well. but, no. mr. policeman did a nice little u-turn. i was bawling at this point. i got a verbal warning for my 10mph over the speed limit, and a $206 ticket for not being able to find my insurance...yet that could be fixed by a simple trip to the courthouse. which brings me to the events of today...
strike one: parking downtown is a chaotic mixture of one way streets and dodging homeless people.
strike two: metal detectors.
strike three: WAITING in line doesnt do much for my patience
strike four: the man in front of me wanted to see his parole officer.
you would think that there would be a place for someone like me, who only needed to get her little ticket dismissed, to go without having to deal with every incompetent person in oklahoma city in one setting. but, no.
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Courtney! Welcome to the blogosphere. I can tell already that when I visit here, just like at your Uncle Matt's blog, I'll need to bring my hip waders: you folks like to swim in the deep end of the pool.
Sorry you had such a frustrating time yesterday: don't you just love red tape?
And now you know why I decided to forgo law school. I had WAY too much of the legal system in my time in OKC!
Classic post, Court. I can hear the sarcasm in your voice as I read it!
C'mon! New blog! You're as bad as me!!!
Courtney, in the world of blogging, if you don't post a new one more than, oh I don't know, Haleys Comet rolls around, people lose interest. Shoot, I do a new one everyday and people lose interest.
Write, young lady, WRITE!
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