Excitement is not my middle name. I don't like a fast-paced life. I'm much more likely to choose a quiet day at home over a day out on the town. So, as contrary as it is to my nature, I get speeding tickets. I've had 3 of them in my 12 years of marriage, with two of those in the last 1 1/2 years.
Scott is a "go-go-go" personality. He has people to see, places to go, and things to do. A favorite question of his is, "What are we doing tonight?" Ask me how many times he has been pulled over for speeding. More than I can remember, and I have a pretty good memory. How many tickets? Two. But only one counted, because the other time the state trooper was escorting the President through a disaster area on his court date. Seriously, he has talked himself out of trouble soooo many times. Me? I say, "Yes, sir," "Thank you. Have a nice day." Every time I've been pulled over, I've been ticketed. I was always told that women could get a warning, but not me.
But my purpose here is not to bemoan my unfortunate encounters with the traffic cops. I was looking over my most recent speeding ticket receipt, and I noticed there is a breakdown of the cost of the ticket. I found it most interesting. Take a look:
Moving violation $1.00
State litigation $13.75
City Court Cost $40.00
Traumatic Brain Injury Fund $5.00
Misc. Traffic Cost $20.00
Data Processing Fee $2.00
Officer Fee $25.00
City Litigation $13.75
City Fines $22.00
Traumatic Brain Injury Fund? Really?