Friday, May 2, 2014
No Where Else But Our Town
Who would go shopping at Walmart in a looong white stretch limo with a driver waiting by the curb no less? Yep that's what I saw when I went there to turn in my prescription for sunglasses. Must be one of those rich dudes getting fat off the oil money. I say go for it. In reality the driver probably gave his poor ole Mama a ride to the store while he wasn't busy. He likely wouldn't have any fares late morning in south Texas. Today was my day to get sprung from the woes of my speeding ticket. That time went fast, didn't it? When I got there the door was locked and a sign which read--closed, went to court house, will be back as soon as possible. How long is possible? I had to drive back across town and through that speed trap. It's been hard to drive that slow (30 miles per hour on that street in that area) but whew I'm breathing a sigh of relief. When I went back the door was open and the sign was down but no one at the window. A sign read ring bell and be seated so I did. To my surprise after a short wait the same judge came to the window. I thought I would only have to sign a form with the secretary that I had not had another ticket in the month's time. Oh well maybe the secretary was out for some reason. The Judge which I'm thinking is an assistant was personable again and we discussed the nice weather again, no Judge Judy at all. She said that's it and thank you and I said thank you. Yeah right.