So I grabbed the mail just now, and in it was a rather official-looking thing from the city court. Â Hmm, I thought. Â Maybe it's another receipt for the traffic ticket I paid. Â See, I got pulled over on May 7th, for expired registration. Â Got my ticket, which said I had to take it to the court and pay after at least 10 days but no more than 20 days. Â
So we got the registration renewed on the car, (which is another story) and on day 11 of the ticket time I went and paid the ticket. Â All is well.
Until I open up the thing from the court today, which is a notice saying that my payment is delinquent, and that if I don't pay by June 20th, they'll put out a warrant for my arrest. Â Fu-un.
So I call up the court, and go through a nice recorded system to get an operator who I explain this to. Â "I'm not showing it's been paid," she says, when I read the case number off the notice. Â "Maybe I misunderstood what I needed to do," I say. "I thought all I needed was to go into the court and up to the desk and pay for the ticket."
"Yes, that's all you need to do."
"But that's exactly what I did," I tell her. "I have my receipt right here."
"Oh," she says, and asks me for the number on the reciept.
"Hmm," she tells me after a minute of computer-searching. Â "You only got one ticket that day, right? You didn't get pulled over twice." Â "No, it was just once." Â (I think I'd remember getting pulled over twice, as traumatic an experience getting pulled over is for someone who never gets in trouble.) Â "Well, it looks like it got entered in twice."
Then she says she'll take care of it for me, and I shouldn't worry. Â "So they're not going to issue a warrant for my arrest?" I ask, feeling slightly stupid. Â "No, they won't," she assures me, in a tone of voice that suggests she thinks my question was stupid too.
She can think it's stupid all she wants. Â I don't want an arrest on my record because some stupid computer made up a traffic violation for me. Â Try explaining to a future boss that you got arrested once for a traffic ticket that you already paid and see how quickly they believe you. I mean, I love computers. But I don't trust 'em.
Even my days off can't be boring. Â