Home from court before court even started. My name was not on the list because my ticket had not been submitted yet because of the fact that I just got my ticket on Friday. So sitting there waiting for them to figure out what to do with me, my father walks outside to take a call and someone my parents sold a poodle to (parents used to breed poodles) comes up to my father and says "what are you here for?" my dad tells him my story. Marty (the guy who bought the poodle) says "hold on I'll see what I can do." Five minutes later I am called up they ask me a few questions then tell me that I'm free to go home. Gotta love the fact that my parents sell an ex FBI agent a dog and now I get out of a ticket. My first break of luck in the last oh lets say 3 years. Hopefully it will hold up and my life will start to take a turn for the better.
rambo:
That is an AWESOME story!
radii:
See there you go! That is just wonderful! I always think of things as they have to get worse before they get better and it looks like you are coming up on the "better" part! 