My name is Bean and this is my blog. Hence the name. If you have comments or questions, just leave them in the comments area.
Posted December 08, 2006 at 02:02:48 PM by Bean
A few weeks back, I got a flat while at work. I walked to the hardware store and bought some Fix-a-Flat. After injecting the sludge into my tire, I quickly hopped in my car and started to cross the street to a gas station to fill it up the rest of the way with air, as the directions indicated. As I crossed the street, a police car pulled in behind me and turned on his lights. I pulled into the gas station and rolled down my window. When the police officer came up to me I told him I just had a flat and needed to get to an air pump ASAP, so he allowed me to pull forward. The air pump required 3 quarters, which I did not have. When I got change (from the cop), I quickly realized that the pump had a nickel jammed in the coin slot and would not work. Frustrated, I asked if I could go to the other gas station to air up. I was denied this opportunity. Instead, I had to sit in my car and wait 10 minutes for this dickhead to write me a $25 seatbelt violation.
Needless to say, by the time I was able to air the tire up and drive around, the Fix-a-Flat sludge had already hardened unevenly on the inside of my tire. So now, my front left tire wobbles when I get over 50 mph and I am going to have to have it taken off the rim and cleaned out. Hard telling how much that'll cost. Oink oink - hey piggy - Why don't you go ticket someone who is actually committing a real crime.
So, since you can't pay tickets with checks, I had to get a money order. I made a trip to the bank (which is rare - Stef usually does the banking) only to realize that money orders cost $10. The bank clerk suggested I go to Meijer instead, where they cost $1. So, made another trip, got the money order, and put it in my pocket. I realized today that I hadn't mailed it yet, and it was getting close to the court date. I decided to go ahead and walk down to the City-County Building to pay it in person - it's just a few blocks from where I work. When I got there, I saw a sign that said "Traffic Ticket Payments", but it was behind a security barricade. I waited about 10 minutes in a line to get through the security gate, but was informed by the officer that manned it that the office was closed from 12-1 for lunch and that I'd have to come back later. Great, so everyone in the whole office takes lunch at the same time. That's real fucking convenient. So much for trying to take care of anything on my lunch break.
Around 1:30, I headed back, waited in the same line, went through a metal detector, and walked up to the counter under the payment sign (which was only about 6 feet away from the gate). The clerk looked at my ticket and said "Oh yeah - thats a city ticket and they moved to the Quadrangle a few months ago" and started to turn away (as if I knew what the "Quadrangle" was). I stopped her and asked where that was and how to get there. She gave me directions and I headed out. Call me crazy, but perhaps they should change the name of the "City-County Building" to the "County Building".
I followed the clerk's directions to the Quadrangle, which just so happened to be a series of about 5 strip malls and 3 or 4 government buildings. Somehow, I managed to pick the correct building on my first try (the "Quartermasters Post" - wtf?). I made my way to the proper office, waited in another (shorter) line and finally started talking to the correct person. She confirmed that I was indeed at the correct place, but told me she had to finish something on her computer before she could help me. So I stood there, watching her hunt-and-peck her way through the previous persons crap on her computer. After maybe 5 minutes she looks up and smiles and I had her the ticket and money order. She pecks a few keys and prints me a receipt and I'm OTE.
Government agencies suck. Almost as much as seatbelt tickets.
foo (December 08, 2006 at 03:16:06 PM):
great blog. I feel your pain.
favorite part =
"Oink oink - "hey piggy - Why don't you go ticket someone who is actually committing a real crime."
how true. what a fuck head.
foo (December 08, 2006 at 03:32:31 PM):
the more i think about this the more pissed i become. even if you ignore the fact that you were having a semi-emergancy, you were just going across the street!
foo (December 08, 2006 at 03:32:54 PM):
I am really upset about this. i think i should leave work for the day.
corbin (December 08, 2006 at 03:53:03 PM):
please provide a diagram of your office and the street and gas station across the street. were you literally just crossing the street? or did this require a dogleg of sorts? not that it matters, just curious
Bean (December 08, 2006 at 03:53:28 PM):
Bleach (December 08, 2006 at 06:10:15 PM):
You should have fought the ticket! I am all for fighting things nowadays.
bean (December 10, 2006 at 09:37:47 AM):
slight dogleg, to the tun of about 1/2 block.
corbin (December 11, 2006 at 08:46:05 AM):
because of the low-res, the picture on your beancam right now looks dirty to the uninitiated mind
Bean (December 11, 2006 at 10:58:17 AM):
yeah bigtim. prolly about time to take it down and put my lovely mug back up.
Johnny (December 11, 2006 at 12:41:01 PM):
I never eat a pig cause a pig is a cop or betta yet a terminator like arnold schwarzeneggar tryin' to play me out as if my name was sega...
stef (December 11, 2006 at 01:29:32 PM):
...But I ain't going out like no punk bitch
Get used to one style and you know I might switch
It up up and around, then buck buck you down
Put out your head then you wake up in the Dawn of the Dead
Bleach (December 12, 2006 at 11:05:49 AM):
I'm commin to get ya
Commin to get ya
Bean (December 12, 2006 at 01:19:08 PM):
PS - got a speeding ticket monday