Right now I am in a frustrated state of mind. I recently got a ticket. Where? Well... I'm not sure. While going north on the 101, I was going a bit slower then what was recommended in the “fast lane”. Beware of my use of “quotes”, I am emphasizing frustration. So somewhere in California...
Now, I have to try to find out how to get this ticket dropped. The officer told me I can get this dropped when I get back to Washington, after I renew my tabs which expired 4 days prior, when I thought it was at the end of the month. But he informed me that “In California its to the day, unlike Washington, where its the end of the month”
I got my new registration, now what? Now its time to connect the dots.
The officers handwriting is so eligible, that its hard to figure out who to contact. So, now I had to go into a police department in Portland, just to figure out what to do.
It gets more complicated when I tell the older lady behind the desk at a local Portland police department, that no, I'm not from Portland, and I got this ticket in California, but I from Washington....
She suggested I Google “California Highway Patrol”, so step one is finally out of the way. I googled, it brought me to a site where there was a map, directing me to click the area of where I got my ticket. I had the ticket cited to me, but where? I had no service, and it was getting dark the time I got the ticket. I wasn't sure, so I called Crescent City.
I explained my best, and finally she understood that I was in a bit of a bind.After of 10 minutes of us trying to figure this out, She suggested that I try to read out the the officers I.D. Number. After a few times, she found him somehow.
We got the city that the officer worked in, and I called the new number. It was a residential number, and without a breath I started to go on about my situation
“Hi my name is Brie'Ana Arjona, and I am trying to figure out this ticket situation when I was passing through town, so I just got off the phone with the Crescent City...” The guy interrupted me, “Who do you think you're talking to here?” I said confused“Uhh... some police department in who knows where planet California?” “No. Definitely not here”, “ooohh....”, Click.
So I called back to the poor lady that had been helping me before. I told her it was wrong number, and sounded pretty sure it was the right number. She even looked back in her cheat sheets, and I thought to then re looked at my logged number. You, feeling stupid again, I dialed it wrong.
I finally, got a hold of the person, who told me yes it was the right city. What was the zip code? I tried to make it out a few more a few times, and finally one worked. She was a bit snooty about how I just couldn't read out the officers ticket writing. All I could hear from her was “God. I now I have to do my job? This is stupid.”
I was informed that I have to go to a police department in Washington, get them to sign it off, and send a copy to the courts in Ukiah, California, where I got my ticket. I needed the address of the courts, she told me it was on my ticket, and I told her again, that I couldn't read it. It was like she finally understood..... then she told me that I have to also pay the processing fee of $35. The price of the ticket itself.
What the f#9%
This is where I realize something. This is where they just want me to give them my money, to get it over with. I feel like my time is more precious then to sit on 3 phone calls, just to give them money.
Its hard to not feel like a prisoner in this system. If I don't pay this ticket, I get in trouble, but if I get it corrected, I still have to pay?
My conclusion is that it's bullshit. At least I got a story out of it.