Re: My experience going to Traffic Court and the sobering reality of living in the US
Here is what I noticed. Traffic cops like it when you are afraid of them and dreading their tickets.
My first 7-8 years living in USA I was your regular middle class guy, first working on H visa, depending on the employer. Then greencard, but then economy was tough ( 2002-2004 ). So, I had that single attribute that defines the middle class - insecurity. Your life makes you be so much on the edge, that any problem can throw you off your comfort, financially first of all. In that period I was stopped by cops 6 or 7 times on 4 or 5 different states. Was ticketed every single time.
Then, finally I got more economical freedom. And it, of course, started to reflect on better finances, more comfortable life, more margin for error, more money to spend. Since then I was stopped three times. Not ticketed even once. The only ticket I got in these 6 years was a technical ticket because of minor collision in which I was partly at fault. Three times they just let me go.
What is the connection, would you ask?
Let me ask you. Who, do you think, would go working as a traffic cop? I think, two types of people. Those who can't get any other job. Probably a minority. Because in this job you are upsetting people for living. And mostly with no real reason. You bring them bad emotions, you ruin their mood, you often ruin their day. That's what you do. Who would like this kind of job? Folks with character on power-hungry and slightly sadistic side. I see no reason a normal person would like that job.
And, suppose they stop me, and it upsets me, as I am instantly thinking of $100 of fine and $200 per year of increased premium for insurance for 3 years. Ticket with a total cost of $700. I am afraid of it, I don't want to lose this money, I need them, I really want him to let me go, I am trying to be nice and perhaps more than just nice. Normally? They would never let you go in this situation. Because this is the situation this kind of folk enjoy. Stumping your authority over folks. whose eyes beg for clemency.
Now, imagine , that they stop me, and I don't give a fuck. Ticket? Whatever. Fine? Whatever. With you looking at him with this "whatever, just get done with it, so I can go take care of what is really, really important, comparing to all those fines and insurance premiums, something like that tennis match in a local league, that I am about to play" in your eyes. Stop. This is no longer fun. Punishing people who don't care is no fun for those folks. No joy. Now, for them, instead of enjoying your suffering, it is 10 minutes that they need to waste doing your ticket paperwork, getting no satisfaction in return. No, maybe they'd rather spend those 10 minutes catching someone who is afraid. And who'll feed their sick ego with their fear of inevitable. And then, perhaps, go to court, to try to beg and bargain for decreased fines or points.
So, don't be afraid. Whatever the outcome, there is no reason to be afraid.
"..just knowing that as long as i choose life, there is hope."
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