Life of the Lintee Bean

I got a postcard in the mail with my court date on it.  Yes I’m going to court.

The violation occurred October 14.  I got home from work, and saw Omaha was in dire shape.  I put him in a carrier and rushed to the car and started driving to the nearest emergency animal hospital.  I could maybe have made it to my regular veterinarian clinic, but I wasn’t sure I’d get there before they closed and obviously he needed care and I hated to make my vet stay after hours AGAIN for me.

So, I’m driving to the emergency vet, and I’m crying and screaming and begging Omaha, the powers-that-be, anyone and everything to PLEASE not let me lose Omaha… not now, not so soon after Afer… and traffic is HORRIBLE and I’m getting NOWHERE and EVERY SINGLE TRAFFIC LIGHT, I kid you not, is RED.  Every single one.  Every one.   The trip to the emergency vet is taking FOREVER.

I’m finally getting close – only a few more blocks, and I hit yet ANOTHER red light.  Wait, crying, trying to look back to see how Omaha is doing.  Light changes and I pull forward to encounter yet ANOTHER red light.  More crying… more checking… more begging… the light changes and I start to pull forward and SHOOT!  I realize the light had changed to a green arrow, I should NOT be going straight through the intersection, but I’ve screwed up and I’m in the intersection and I look to my left and I don’t see anyone coming toward me so I continue through and clear the intersection and I’m just through it when I see the cop lights in my rear view mirror.

NO!!!  Why?  Why could I not get a SINGLE BREAK in this horrific nightmare?

So, now I’m pulled over and I’m waiting… waiting… waiting… waiting for the police officer to call it in and come to my door.  I’d love to jump out of the car and let him know I MUST go on… but I’ve seen enough television (perhaps too much) to know that on TV, if you jump out of your car, the police officer screams “FREEZE!” and drops to one knee and points a gun at you and demands you get BACK in your car… so I wait and I cry and I beg…

The police officer finally shows up and I’m crying hysterically now and trying to tell him that PLEASE, PLEASE, I just need to go to emergency… and he’s telling me to calm down and he’s finally able to understand what I am sobbing about and he’s lecturing me about how I’m no good to my cat if I get in an accident and I’m lucky and I don’t CARE, I just PLEASE want him to finish so I can get my cat to emergency.  I find my license and registration but I can’t find my insurance information and I’m searching and searching and I can’t see through the tears and I’m begging… and finally he agrees to let me go to the emergency vet if I stay in his sight and he’ll follow me.

I rush into the vet, screaming, followed by the police… I’m sure I was a sight.  After getting Omaha into their hands, I do find my insurance information and the police officer gives me a ticket and another lecture…

Anyway, my court date is Friday.  Those of you that believe in sending good thoughts, vibes, or prayers… I could use them.  I’m hoping they’ll see I have no moving violations on my record and give me court supervision and that’s it.  I think I deserve a break.