The cop was definitely not forgiving. He wrote me up for everything he could find - 4 total citations, with a mandatory court date of March 28. I was pretty bitter about the idea of driving back out to Lawrenceburg again but I wasn't really in a position to negotiate.
So Thursday night I go to prepare for my next adventure to Podunk, Tennessee. I look at my ticket. The time at the top says 2:15. Excited that they gave me a time, I get my paperwork together and go about my business. Around noon on Friday, I'm walking out the door to my office and look at the ticket again. 2:15 was definitely the citation time. My court time was at 9am. I am envisioning a warrant out for my arrest, and call the clerk in a mild panic.
Me: So I'm having a mild panic attack. My court time was
So on the drive down Rachel calls me, and I'm talking, not entirely sure where I'm going. Next thing I know, I'm like, 15 minutes from the Alabama border. Deciding to focus on getting there, as I'm already about 4 hours late, I hang up and call the courthouse again. Apparently Nashville is a foreign land to people in Lawrence County. No one knew where to tell me to go. So eventually I figure out that I'm 20 miles past my exit, and tune into the Alabama radio stations for the remainder of the drive.
Eventually I make it to the courthouse. I walk in, now roughly 5 hours late for my appearance, and, after riding in quite possibly the scariest elevator I've ever encountered, I make it to the
So I hop back in my car and start to head out again, completely relieved. This time I spend my drive enjoying the scenery. Apparently the hot spot was the Kuntry Kitchen, and if I hadn't been alone, I would have insisted on stopping. I made the trek back to Nashville, slightly