i'm not leaving the mountain....again....ever

and i mean it this time...

as you know i received a ticket 29 days ago last time i went down the mountain...the ticket was for nothing exciting, just an expired tag...(note for 12 days)....so i did what i should've done 12 days before that, and took care of that tag...

now the state trooper had told me if i come back "down" to the courthouse to show them that i got my sticker, they will drop the charges...hmmmm....i hadn't heard of dropping court costs before, only the ticket amount, which was only $25.00.

so weeks later as i'm worrying about having to go back 'down' the mountain, what seems like our entire sheriff's department was taking a break at the gas station...i walked in waving my ticket (can you imagine what was going through their minds...)....and told them what the state trooper had said; and explained that I had never heard of waving court costs ($130), and that for $25 of savings i'd rather stay home, save gas and work...

they assured me that i do indeed need to go down....can i read between their words, you bet...

so my time was up and instead of my going down today and having the drama that i always seem to suffer hubby volunteered to take me on down...sure himself that i may not find my way back home...so as we are heading down hubby gets a call from a friend saying - you do know they are closing the road today, right? and no we didn't - for they close the mountain from 12-2:00 ...yes you heard me right....they close the road on certain days to dynamite to widen the road....oh no, we are going to have to really hustle...

so we do find the courthouse which is highly intimidating....but first we find the downtown town square, hubby said, it's a small town, it's in the square (he seems real sure of himself)....so there it is, flat smack in the middle of downtown....as we are walking up to the courthouse i see on the door a sign that says museum...hmmmm....where did they move that courthouse? so me being me asked some people walking down the street, obviously from a small town too, so they are eager to help you, nearly volunteering to drive you themselves, and to our surprise one of them was head of the tourist board there, so we took his directions and off we went...

when i saw the courthouse i said to hubby - this can't be right, is this a prison?, this is far to big and scary, what is this? as my panic settles in i consider that this might indeed be full of nothing but horribly bad people all under this big roof...i was right...all i know is that i wasn't in kansas anymore...

the hint was when we went in and were greeted by a guard sending us through the metal detector and searching my bag...ewwww...and as i was walking through i saw the sign in large print ' No Knives...and we will not hold them for you so don't ask"....we did ask for directions however to where the DA's office was....he said, 'well you have to go up two floors, and then you will go through a mob of people, it's up there"....oh my....as we entered the doors, a mob of horribly bad people had taken over the entire hallway and there was hardly room to walk through to find our little sign - DA, this way....i'm just sure they were all gang members, killers and anything that could be worse than that...

as i followed the hall over the the DA's office i was feeling much better, it was empty....i went to the window and showed the woman my sticker info., and she happily said - ok, i will enter it into the system and drop the charge... well, how sweet was that? that was it, for $155 i thought? well honestly, i did learn my lesson - i will never ever have that tag expire again on my car for the punishment was horrible enough for me to have gone through all that i did...worry for 29 days, thinking of all of that $ lost for making a mistake, the (i'm certain), near death experience from all of those gangsters....yes, i learned my lesson....

i will never ever leave the mountain again....i will never ever get a ticket again....i will never ever walk into a room of gang members...i will always be good from here on out...always...




unless i'm going to new york, chicago, dallas or home to see my mom and dad...I mean it!