I HATE BABYSITTER POLICE OFFICERS
So I'm driving to school on the highway which, at the time, is "under construction," meaning there's no actual work being done but there are occasional street cones and the speed is reduced to 45 miles an hour (as if anyone abides), and thus any ticket you get for being in a "work zone" is going to be more. So I'm going 60, when the speed limit is normally 65, and a cop pulls me over in the wide open road. Nobody near me. Not a car within a 250 yard stretch either way, literally. No chance of harm or danger to anyone else. He tells me that I was going 70 miles an hour, which is bullshit. He asks me why I was going 60, and I said to keep the pace of the traffic, to which he responds of course that there is no traffic. And he's right about this, granted. But that's becaus the people in front of me were doing 80. So in other words, if I was doing 80, it would have been all good, but because I wasn't doing 80, I should have been doing 45. Then he questions me about my PBA card, which was given to me by an uncle through a friend who is a police officer, and of course he has to harass me about that as well. "Why do you have a PBA card if you're not family?" Maybe because police departments give officers massive stacks of them, so they just give them away in dozens to their family for them to give out to other people. Anyway, long story short, evidently he's such a nice fucking guy that he only writes me up for wreckless driving instead of doing 25 over, which I wasn't, I was doing 15 over. He takes my PBA card and gives me a warning, and tells me that if I don't want points, I have to go to court and plead guilty and pay a higher fine. Last week, on Wednesday, I stayed after classes at the library for several hours, and when I came home, there was nowhere to park except one spot that was about halfway in a no parking zone. So of course the next morning I wake up and there's a ticket.
I can't afford this shit. Somebody loan me a gun.
