I hardly ever speed, but the one time I did this morning... yep. I got caught. My first speeding ticket, ever. 55 in a 35 (it shouldn't be 35 anyway on Monroe if you ask me). The guy kept telling me that there was no point in contesting it and going to court. He rambled on for about 15 minutes about that, when all the while I was saying, "Yes, I know. I'm not planning on taking this to court. I know I did something wrong. I know it's my fault. I know my options." I think the guy just wanted to make me late for work for fun, or ramble on about all the stupid statistics he had to memorize for his job. I don't really care about the number of fatalities in the past five year period that resulted from people speeding. I mean, yes, I do care about the people, and I'm sorry that they're dead, but repeating it to me with a straight face as they've memorized it is not going to make me want to speed less. And the whole stupidness of the matter is that I *know* this stuff. I *know* I shouldn't speed. And generally, I *don't* so really he was just wasting his lecture, and being a bit of an ass.
So now I get to pay a $210 driving ticket and for $40 driving school, and waste about four hours. This SUCKS.