... And Got A Discount (a.k.a the law won)
Yeah, I decided to contest my expired license tabs. So I go down to Minneapolis District Court – what a treat. By the way it looks nothing like downtown Chanhassen. Let’s just say I’m glad there were dozen of police officers around at all times. And I just scream out “cracker- boy” from the suburbs. I tried not to make eye contact or overhear why some guys got a ticket… As one guy yells, “All I was doin’ was drinking a 40 in the park!” “ Holla at ya, and I feel your pain, straight up.” And how come everyone knows each other down there? Maybe they all have been there a few times.
I’m contending a ticket because I never received our renewal notice in the mail… we moved (twice), had a baby, work crazy hours and have a 3 ring circus going on at home. I’m supposed to check that postage stamp size sticker on my license plate, every once in while. Please, that is not going to get me much street cred. I need a life-coach to remind me of these things.
In addition, I believe I’m a victim of racial profiling. That’s right. The Plymouth Police like to hang around businesses looking for speeders, seat belt violators, expired tabs etc. and avoiding the real issues. Really, I no longer feel safe in Plymouth and it is not even a top place to live anymore (replaced by Chanhassen – see previous blog entry). Where are their priorities? It is an easy revenue source to pick off the “Suburb Boys” for this and that.
Anyways, I’m waiting over an hour for them to call my name. By the way it really smells down there in the waiting room…
By the time I'm called to discuss my case, I’m so glad to be out of the waiting room, I’m ready to pay them more. What will it take to get me out of here? Long story short, they take $20 off the ticket. By the way my tabs were due in Jan. What’s the crime in that?
After paying $16 for parking, I’m ahead $4. Take that Plymouth PD…
I’m contending a ticket because I never received our renewal notice in the mail… we moved (twice), had a baby, work crazy hours and have a 3 ring circus going on at home. I’m supposed to check that postage stamp size sticker on my license plate, every once in while. Please, that is not going to get me much street cred. I need a life-coach to remind me of these things.
In addition, I believe I’m a victim of racial profiling. That’s right. The Plymouth Police like to hang around businesses looking for speeders, seat belt violators, expired tabs etc. and avoiding the real issues. Really, I no longer feel safe in Plymouth and it is not even a top place to live anymore (replaced by Chanhassen – see previous blog entry). Where are their priorities? It is an easy revenue source to pick off the “Suburb Boys” for this and that.
Anyways, I’m waiting over an hour for them to call my name. By the way it really smells down there in the waiting room…
By the time I'm called to discuss my case, I’m so glad to be out of the waiting room, I’m ready to pay them more. What will it take to get me out of here? Long story short, they take $20 off the ticket. By the way my tabs were due in Jan. What’s the crime in that?
After paying $16 for parking, I’m ahead $4. Take that Plymouth PD…
1 comment:
You go, Steve! Stick it to 'em! I agree with the racial profiling. I was recently a victim on a drive through Des Moines. Sure, don't pull over the meth-vans (there are lots in DM!), pull over the van with 4 matching tires with the DVD playing Veggie Tales. Whatever.
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