update: court in Camden
So today I had my court date for the train accident. Weird cause I got 2 tickets in Harrisburg back in June, and that court date was supposed to be August 26th, and now that's been post-poned until late October.
Court doesn't start until 9. For some reason my parents thought it started at 8:30. For some unknown reason, we had to leave my house at 7. (Camden = half hour drive)
Whatever. I normally leave for work at that time anyway. I suck it up and get in the car with my father at 7 am and made him buy me food from WaWa for breakfast. En route to Camden, my father got major road rage and swerved hardcore going 65 mph in the construction zone of 295. I almost shit myself. Then he almost ran a red light in Camden (ring a bell? I "ran" a red light and got hit by a train), I shouted "RED LIGHT" and almost shit myself again. We find the courthouse pretty quickly and park. Within 5 minutes we saw a dozen crack heads aimlessly walking around the streets. I didn't think they would be awake by then. Silly me, they hadn't gone to sleep yet. Duh. After keenly avoiding said crack heads (sans the one who got us before we got out of our car), we made our way to the doors of the court house around 7:45. Naturally they don't let people in until 8:30 and we had to wait outside. With the crack heads. "So glad we left so early," I muttered to my father.
Fast forward to sitting in the court room:
Looking at all the people who go to municipal court in Camden is quite entertaining. I mean, I almost didn't mind being there on my day off.
Girl 1: A GIANT amazon. When I say Amazon, I mean she was 6 foot and 200 lb, but not fat. Just huge. She wore a racerback tank that showed off her 3 bullet hole scars and a giant gash across her biceps. Needless to say, I did not want to fuck with this woman. Saying "I got hit by a train" may intimidate some suburban white hoes I may come across, but I had a feeling that she would not be in the least bit impressed to hear that. I avoided eye contact.
Girl 2: Oh she looked cute...if she were going to a club. She wore a hot pink tunic, black tights, and matching hot pink flip flops to court. Sheesh! I wore a button down shirt and black pin stiped pants and felt way over dressed.
Girl 3: Well this wasn't her fault, but her hubby almost walked straight into the prosecutor's office for her saying "I think we need to talk to her" after receiving strict instructions that we are NOT to enter until we are called. I felt bad for her because he was acting like my dad was acting all day .. like a directionally challenged idiot. (After someone said, "Court is now open, everyone take a seat inside" my dad didn't get up and said, "I don't think we go in right now" when I started walking towards the court room.)
Girl 4: Had two tears tattooed under her eye...
Guy 1: After walking in the court room late, the judge stopped what he was doing, turned to the man and demanded that he go home and put on a shirt (he was wearing a wife beater)
Guy 2: Actually, I can't think of any more specifics at the moment. But in general, lots of crack-headedness, craziness, and people not understanding that you have to turn your phone off in court.
End of story, the prosecutor needed a copy of my accident report which she didn't request ahead of time (ohh who to blame here? her lack of preparedness? No, she probably didn't have enough time to prepare. Lack of funding is probably the answer here) and I have to come back in 2 weeks.
Oh and my dad gave the prosecutor attitude. Thanks dad...way to fuck up my situation more. He is banned from speaking next time we go.
I came home around 10 to a psychotic mother (she get uber uber nervous over shit like this and freaks out way more than necessary because she thinks something will go wrong and blablah...) and decided that she needed to relax, so we went to the beach :-D
Lovely day for the beach, eh?
Court doesn't start until 9. For some reason my parents thought it started at 8:30. For some unknown reason, we had to leave my house at 7. (Camden = half hour drive)
Whatever. I normally leave for work at that time anyway. I suck it up and get in the car with my father at 7 am and made him buy me food from WaWa for breakfast. En route to Camden, my father got major road rage and swerved hardcore going 65 mph in the construction zone of 295. I almost shit myself. Then he almost ran a red light in Camden (ring a bell? I "ran" a red light and got hit by a train), I shouted "RED LIGHT" and almost shit myself again. We find the courthouse pretty quickly and park. Within 5 minutes we saw a dozen crack heads aimlessly walking around the streets. I didn't think they would be awake by then. Silly me, they hadn't gone to sleep yet. Duh. After keenly avoiding said crack heads (sans the one who got us before we got out of our car), we made our way to the doors of the court house around 7:45. Naturally they don't let people in until 8:30 and we had to wait outside. With the crack heads. "So glad we left so early," I muttered to my father.
Fast forward to sitting in the court room:
Looking at all the people who go to municipal court in Camden is quite entertaining. I mean, I almost didn't mind being there on my day off.
Girl 1: A GIANT amazon. When I say Amazon, I mean she was 6 foot and 200 lb, but not fat. Just huge. She wore a racerback tank that showed off her 3 bullet hole scars and a giant gash across her biceps. Needless to say, I did not want to fuck with this woman. Saying "I got hit by a train" may intimidate some suburban white hoes I may come across, but I had a feeling that she would not be in the least bit impressed to hear that. I avoided eye contact.
Girl 2: Oh she looked cute...if she were going to a club. She wore a hot pink tunic, black tights, and matching hot pink flip flops to court. Sheesh! I wore a button down shirt and black pin stiped pants and felt way over dressed.
Girl 3: Well this wasn't her fault, but her hubby almost walked straight into the prosecutor's office for her saying "I think we need to talk to her" after receiving strict instructions that we are NOT to enter until we are called. I felt bad for her because he was acting like my dad was acting all day .. like a directionally challenged idiot. (After someone said, "Court is now open, everyone take a seat inside" my dad didn't get up and said, "I don't think we go in right now" when I started walking towards the court room.)
Girl 4: Had two tears tattooed under her eye...
Guy 1: After walking in the court room late, the judge stopped what he was doing, turned to the man and demanded that he go home and put on a shirt (he was wearing a wife beater)
Guy 2: Actually, I can't think of any more specifics at the moment. But in general, lots of crack-headedness, craziness, and people not understanding that you have to turn your phone off in court.
End of story, the prosecutor needed a copy of my accident report which she didn't request ahead of time (ohh who to blame here? her lack of preparedness? No, she probably didn't have enough time to prepare. Lack of funding is probably the answer here) and I have to come back in 2 weeks.
Oh and my dad gave the prosecutor attitude. Thanks dad...way to fuck up my situation more. He is banned from speaking next time we go.
I came home around 10 to a psychotic mother (she get uber uber nervous over shit like this and freaks out way more than necessary because she thinks something will go wrong and blablah...) and decided that she needed to relax, so we went to the beach :-D
Lovely day for the beach, eh?