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Yes, it's true. I'm legit ya'll. A FUGITIVE. As in, suspended license, had to pay bail to "the man" kind of fugitive.
So ridiculous really.
Let me explain.
And obvi, I can only talk about this now because, well, I paid my freaking bail, waited the required billion hours at the DMV and got my license reinstated today.
To quote some famous quote....."I'm free at last, I'm free at last, thank God almighty, I'm free at last."
Because trust me, these past few months of being a fugitive and running from the law have been stressful. I may have grown a few more grey hairs in the process. And my KIDS may or may not have a healthy fear of the po po.
Remember that time, wayyyyy back in April when I drove up to Utah for a lovely opportunity to sing in the world famous tabernacle. The spend my time, giving of my talents to spread the word of the Lord? Yeah...THAT time.
Sabes, Wenda and I were truckin along I-whatever it is that leads up Utah when it went down. I had my cruise control set to 85. For the record, the roads up there are 75 MOST of the way, with some intermittent 85's sprinkled in for good measure. So, I'm about 2 hours outside Salt Lake (or 3, of a 10 hour drive) and all is going well. Just outside of Fillmore (I hate your gutts) Utah is when it went down. I was on my side of the freeway with a gap the size of the Grand Canyon between me and the other side. I saw the stupid state trooper driving on the OTHER side. I saw his lights go on, and I thought....BUMMER for whoever is getting that ticket. I continued to drive. Completely smug in the knowledge that I was on the OTHER side, AND, I wasn't really speeding THAT much. But lows and beholds....a minute or two later I look up and what do I see? Hint: It was NOT popcorn popping on the apricot tree. It was the freaking blinking lights and such of that "trooper." So, I safely pull over, RIGHT under an 85 MPH sign. Officer douche canoe saunters up and asks if I know why I'm being pulled over.
My thought: Honestly? NO. Because you were on the OTHER side. What can you possibly get that is accurate if you're flying down the highway and I'm flying down the highway on OPPOSITE sides?
Then he tried to get sassy and tell me he'd been chasing me for 5 minutes. WHATEVER. Like I had any reason to be watching my rearview mirror. Anywhodle, he then tells me that I was going 95 in a 65. HOLD THE PHONE....65? Where in the hell was it EVER 65? Apparently, according to Barney Fife there, it's briefly 65 in the "canyon." So, he asks for my license and registration and proof of insurance. Would you believe I totally couldn't find 2 out of the 3. Good thing they can look that crap up on their computers. An HOUR later he returned and handed me a FAT ticket for $360.00. THREE.HUNDRED.AND.SIXTY.DOLLARS!!! Are you kidding me? HATE!
I will say, this is the first time I have recieved a ticket for speeding in over 15 years. Also, the first time I've ever had any encounter with a cop and not cried. And by that I mean...the 2 times I've recieved tickets in my stellar 22 years of driving, I totally bawled. I clearly didn't want Sabrea to think I wasn't as cool as she thinks.
You KNOW I totally had to document it. There was a blog post comin. I just didn't know it would turn into fugitive status blogpost. Shoulda taken a picture of Officer sucks a lot, but I didn't have it in me.
Right. So, he stated that I had 14 days to contest said ticket. IN UTAH!
News flash. Don't live in Utah.
Slight damper on my mood, but on we went to our destination.
Had a smashing good 4 days up there. Sang, visited, played, etc.
On the way home I literally watched EVERY.SINGLE.SPEED LIMIT SIGN like a hawk. And you know what? It WAS 65 for all of 5 seconds. But, more importantly, it turned to 75 literally half a millimeter out of that canyon. SO, even if I was going 85, there is NO WAY on Gods green earth that he caught me in the 65 zone. Because he was AFTER the canyon. So, very least, I shoulda got a ticket for 85 in a 75. Which would have reduced the amount significently.
I had a good argument.
And then....I sucked.
Let the excuses begin.
I DID happen to come home to the shit storm of '11. Jere was in the middle of, well, you know. the WORST depression time of his life. Which led into MY worst depression of my life. Literally, I have never suffered like that, and it was AWFUL. You wonder why there are almost no entries for several months. Life was complete and utter POOP around here. I stopped functioning. I layed in bed. I cried. I had panick attacks. And none of it had to do with the freaking ticket, I'll tell you that much.
So, there is a pretty good excuse.
Plus, here is another insight into me. I'm TOTALLY a bury your head in the sand kind of girl. I just want to believe that if I ignore it long enough or hard enough, it'll go away.
When the letter came that said, you missed your court date, call us, or write us or you're in big trouble. I didn't even read it. Jere did. He told me I was in big trouble.
Then when THE letter arrived that said....in words sorta like this I'm sure
"You are an OUTLAW! You have ignored us, now you have to pay $527.00 in BAIL, and there is a warrant out for your arrest, and we are suspending your license and driving privelages. If caught, you do NOT collect 200 dollars, you do NOT pass go. You DO go directly to jail. Cuff her Barney."
So, now my $360.00 went to $527.00. Awesome. 'Cause I have THAT just laying around. Oh,a nd did I mention we were MOVING in the midst of all these letters appearing. UGH!
I will not lie. The month of June was quite terrifying to drive. I'm pretty sure I drove like a Gramma on downers. I have NEVER followed speed limits to such a T. Or used my blinker so much. Or feared the sight of a police car so much in my life. I also wore my seatbelt like it was my uniform. When I had to take my nephews home, it was stressful. They live a LONG car ride down the freeway away. I literally would cruise control 1 UNDER the speed limit and watch my rearview mirror the entire time. It was terrifying. I would yell at my kids to get their seatbelts on, or sit down, 'cause if the police caught Mommy, she was goin to JAIL. They didn't like that. I really tried to avoid driving anywhere but around my immediate area. NOT FUN!
Then.....my parents caught wind of my status.
They were relentless.
"have you taken care of that yet?"
Finally, just before we left for Greer, I sold my first born child and got enough money to pay the bail. Certified it and mailed it off to the bastard people of the Millard County Justice Court.
While in Greer, the letter came.
Thanks for you money....SUCKAH! Now, take this letter to your DMV and have them lift the suspension.
I headed to the most awful place on earth and put in my time. Waiting for EVER until they called my number.
WHAT? I have to pay MORE money just to have the "privelage" to drive. I was NOT happy. I said, NO, i wasn't aware of a fee. She said, "yes, there is a fee, are you PREPARED to pay it today." FINE, I'll pay your freaking ransom. Just get me out of here. So, she tinkered around for another year and FINALLY told me I was done. EXCEPT, now I had to stand in line for a new license. BALLS!
Thankfully, that didn't take long at all. For the first time in 6 years I have a new license picture, which is good, since I was about 200 lbs. heavier in the last one.
Fugitive status lifted. License reinstated. Free to drive like the rockstar that I am.
Moral of this story: NEVER drive near Fillmore Utah without a police scanner. Just sayin. Oh, and also, don't ignore letters from the court. They mean business.
Not gonna lie, a weight has been lifted. It'll be nice to drive without fear once again.
With that said.....I'm off to meet the teacher and a baseball game. Wish us luck.
Cops and Robbers,