So something not-so-good happened this week and it’s all my fault. Did you ever do something just a little wrong but not worry about it because it didn’t really matter and no one got hurt? Well I did and it had some not-so-good consequences.
I was driving into my condo last Thursday morning. My complex has a turnaround at the end of the main road and I live off that turnaround. From way back I can see there is a school bus stopped with the red lights blinking. So I stop behind the bus and I wait. And I wait. And I wait. At least two minutes, maybe three. I can see my parking space from where I am parked. I see no kids, no Moms, no open doors out of which a kid might spring. I wait some more. Then I very slowly drive around the bus and proceed to my parking space. I pull into my spot and the bus is still not moving but I can see that a Mom is standing in the doorway of the bus talking to the driver. I get out of the car and head for my door and notice the bus is finally moving. And I’m thinking that it is not very nice to expect someone to just sit behind them waiting while they chit-chat but I really don’t care. I’m easy. I go in my house and don’t give it another thought.
And yesterday in the mail, I got an envelope from the Bristol Police Department Traffic Division. And it contained a note with four black and white pictures of my car going around the bus. It also contained a ticket for $465. Yup, you read that right. $465. I hardly know what to do about this. I know I broke the law. I did it consciously. Didn’t really worry about it. And I still think what I did was OK, albeit illegal.
But I don’t have a job. Coming up on one year – February 7. $465 would pay half my mortgage; two months of condo fees; it would pay my cable, phone, internet, gas, electric for one month; it would almost pay my monthly Cobra bill. It would pay off 1/3 of the money I spent getting my car fixed last month – I wrote one of those checks that your credit card company sends – no interest for one year. That was $1400. That was bad but I had to do it. I have to have a car. I live day-to-day, dollar-to-dollar. This is ridiculous that $465 is disastrous to me, but it is.
I used to have a job. I used to make money. I used to go to Europe every two years. I traveled all the time. I spent a fortune on Christmas presents. I went out for sushi a couple of times a week. When I went to Maine, I brought a cooler full of steaks, chicken, and pork chops. I bought lobsters. I brought bags of fresh vegetables, vodka and wine. I lived the way I wanted to. All the time. And now I don’t do any of this. And now a $465 traffic ticket is a disaster. OK. I’ve told my story. I’m still depressed about this but maybe 10% less for telling my story. Thanks for listening/reading.