A little background…
In 2001, I got a speeding ticket in December, right around the holidays. It was in Nassau County, Long Island. I won’t get into the details of the alleged incident, other than to say that my Dad was in the car with me and he agrees with me that the cop who pulled me over was amazingly full of shit.
Upon my receipt of said ticket, I stuck it in my wallet and didn’t look at the damned thing until after the holidays were over. After all, I had things to worry about other than speeding tickets. I figured I would plead not guilty through the mail and wait to hear back from the Nassau County Traffic Violations Bureau or whatever half-assed, bloated bureaucracy handles such things. No such luck.
Looking at my ticket, I discover that if I wanted to plead not guilty by mail, I had to do so within 48 hours of receipt of the ticket. Of course, I could plead guilty by mail whenever the fuck I wanted to, but a not guilty plea evidently requires IMMEDIATE FUCKING ACTION. It being several days after the 48-hour deadline, if I wanted to plead not guilty at that point, I had to make a personal appearance on the ticket’s return date.
The return date was in the middle of February. I figured I could take a day off work, go to traffic court, plead my case and maybe get charges dismissed. No such luck.
When I arrived at traffic court at 9AM, there was a huge line out the door and down the block. I stood in line for over an hour before I even approached the front of the building, at which point I noticed a “No Cell Phones” sign on the door. I reached into my pocket and turned my phone off so it wouldn’t ring. A woman standing inside the vestibule of the building evidently saw me do this, because when I got to the front of the line, she told the security personnel that I had a phone on me. The security droids wouldn’t let me in the building with my phone, so I had to walk back to my car several blocks away, lock my phone in the glove compartment, and go stand in line all over again.
When I finally got to the front of this godawful line about two hours later, it was past noon. I gave a clerk my ticket with the “Not Guilty” box checked on it. She says, “Thank you. You’ll hear from us in 8-12 months.”
WHAT? Eight to twelve MONTHS? How about I plead my case now, seeing as how I’ve already taken a day off work? Once again, no such luck.
Twelve months later, I’ve heard precisely DICK from Nassau County, and I begin to think that some pindick bureaucrat lost my ticket somehow. I wish.
This past weekend, I got something in the mail from Nassau County, more than 15 fucking months after the fact. They’re demanding that I come in for a “conference.” Presumably, this is so I can talk to a prosecutor and he can find out how serious I am about letting this go to a trial. If I don’t attend this “conference,” my license will be suspended.
I don’t want a conference. I want my fucking trial. Now. I’m looking forward to embarrassing this asshole cop in court. I want to get this thing over with and be on my way.
I have to take a day off work to simply enter my plea. I’ll have to take a day off work to go to the conference. God knows how many days I’ll have to take off before this fucking thing is over with…
Since when can a traffic court threaten to suspend my license if I don’t attend a conference? I can see if I didn’t show up for my trial or if I didn’t meet the deadline for entering my plea, but can they suspend my license for refusing to show up to negotiate with a prosecutor? What else can they make me do? “Dear THespos, please cram the enclosed waffle iron up your ass and send us a photograph, or we will suspend your license…”
I can’t see how a fucking speeding ticket can result in my having to take several days away from work, unless it’s some fucked-up plot to encourage me to simply plead guilty, pay ridiculous fines and have my insurance rates skyrocket. What the fuck happened to a right to a speedy trial? Do these fucknuts think the cop is going to even REMEMBER pulling me over a year and a half after the fact? If I ask him questions about the incident, is he going to be able to remember details? I don’t think so.
It’s a FUCKING SPEEDING TICKET! I didn’t kill anyone. I didn’t violate anybody’s rights. So why is this so drawn out? What happens if you get caught lifting a Snickers bar from a Nassau County 7-Eleven? Do they throw you in Camp X-Ray?
Now I know why those shitheads on America’s Most Fucked-Up Police Chases don’t stop for the cops. They’re probably running low on paid sick days.