I was in traffic court yesterday pleading guilty to driving 34 in a 25 MPH zone, but seeing if I could keep the points off my record for insurance purposes. I saw a few lawyers I knew there and we chatted it up while the court was in recess between sessions. One of the lawyers I knew was there for a kid in my son’s scout troop who got busted going 50 in a 35 MPH zone. His father, a local ophthalmologist, was there as well.
After court was back in session, what surprised me was the astounding number of no shows. Fully 2/3rds of the people on the docket weren’t there. Why say you’re going to show and then blow it off? The other odd thing was how many police weren’t there. There were several people with some pretty serious offenses that walked (smiling from ear to ear) because the charging officer wasn’t there. It almost seemed that odds wise, it was worth taking a shot that your officer wouldn’t show if you’re charged with anything re driving offenses, and choose to challenge it in court.
The judge divided us into 4 categories. Guilty with States Atty involved going first, guilty with counsel second (the doctors kid), guilty with explanation (me) and all categories of not guilty last.
My lawyer friend did marvelous tap-dance about how sorry his young 17 year old client was, and how mom had already punished him enough and taken away his license etc etc. The judge was duly convinced of his contrition, and told him to go and sin no more. No points.
When the guilty with explanation crew came up, it was actually quite amusing as people came up and explained themselves. The judge let me slide because my record was clean, but what was interesting was who he didn’t let slide. There is seemingly an epidemic of attractive young girls who like to speed because they were out in force. Outfits were tight, and necklines were looow. And seemingly the lower the neckline, the more desperate the situation of the accused re previous points. Some had 2-3 speeding tickets in last 24 months that had been null-prossed (not prosecuted) and were coming to the well once again.
Not a one got a pass if they had any tickets earlier than 3 years ago, and they were pissed. It was quite remarkable. Is like there was almost this palpable, hopeful expectation that their cuteness and tight little young bods were going to bail them out, and when they didn’t, a sour resignation.
The most amusing defendant of the time I was there was this dedraggled, scruffy looking, long haired working man type that was charged with something or other. He came up looking like he slept in his overalls, and offered some nonsensical mumbled reason about why he was asking for no points. When the judge asked him the question he asked all of us "How’s your record” he said "It’s pretty shabby”. The Judge was literally stunned. And said "I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone tell me that before. Working man knew doom was coming when he was told to go sit down.
When the bailiff brought my papers to sign, I bolted and met the doc and his son out in the hallway as my lawyer friend was leaving them to go to his next case. I told the doc I was sorry about buttonholing him last time we met at a scouting event, about prospects for repairing my old left eye injury. He said no problem, and and we talked about the parade of humanity, and peoples’ excuses.
I was surprised when the doc then launched into this near tirade about the bullshit local police and the Gestapo tactics they use. He told me some horrible tale of a year or so ago, about his wife being caught in a ticket rodeo some local police had organized, where people had to go around an obstacle in the road and cross the center line to do so. 70 people were given tickets (including his wife) in one day. “It was an absurd cattle call when we all came to court. The Judge deferred all the points, but everyone still had to pay the fines. I could see the officers laughing at us as we came up!” He was still pissed!
“Just wait till one of those fuckers come to my office!” he said. His son stood by and soaked all this in.
“Jesus Christ!” I thought “What’s an Ophthalmologist going to do to them?!” I shuddered to think!
We paid our fines, said our goodbyes and went on our merry way.