a word on procrastination

A few months ago, I got a speeding ticket en route from the Court House to the process server to serve an eviction to looser tenant. Peggy. Who did in fact move out without the Sheriff having to show up, as it turned out. But I digress. I scored the speeding ticket because I neglected - as always - to pay attention to the transition from 'tolerable speed' to 'ridiculously slow speed along the downtown stretch of Main Street.'

Said ticket functioned like any other speeding ticket one might receive. Call the Court after a couple of weeks and they'll tell you what the deal is to take care of your misdeed. After about a month, Roger politely asked me for a number of days 'So what's the story on your ticket, Mario?' My answer was naturally 'I don't know yet. I'll call them tomorrow.' Fidgeting around in the back of my brain was the idea that this procrastination didn't really serve any purpose other than putting me in jeopardy of FORGETTING to call in time on said ticket, but COME ON! I had WEEKS left before the scheduled court date! I'm responsible. I would certainly get to it before June 17th. I'd have to be an idiot not to.

Well, greetings from the idiot. I totally lost track of what date it was and called the Court the morning OF the court date, after the scheduled time. Way to go Kat! For this responsible move, I now have the pleasure of paying a HEFTY fine and I score the full 4 points, with the potential for a bench warrant being issued. Assuming I procrastinate paying the new default judgement. And I was doing so well on my spending for the month . . .

If you have any suggestions for my first jail house tattoo, assuming I in fact go the fugitive route, just let me know!