Friday, April 4, 2008
My time in the clink
I realized I sort of closed up shop on the embarrassing moment stuff, but I reserve the right to report such moments as they occur going forward.
Do you remember me telling you about my speeding ticket less than a month ago? Well, with my sister's wedding, a trip to visit family in Pittsburg, and a four-day autism conference, I had not even thought that the deadline for paying my ticket might even be approaching. Apparently I had a court date Thursday of last week and Friday night while I was at the conference, Bobby and the girls received a knock on the door. It was a police officer and he said that he had a warrant out for Mommy's arrest. WHAT THE CRAP?!
Bobby told him I wasn't there but we would take care of it first thing on Monday. Monday morning we drove together to the police department. I walk up to the receptionist, fully expecting to pay the ticket and have that be it. Oh, Katherine, you're so naive... She calls someone from the back and the sergeant comes out telling me I need to come with him to take care of it and that I'll be there for 20 minutes at least. I told him I didn't think I could wait that long and could I come back later? He kind of laughed at that and asked, "When are you going to come back?" I wondered why he was laughing and then later I realized what I was really doing in that police department. I was turning myself in!
What ensued after that can definitely be considered for my embarrassing moment portfolio. The sergeant was very kind and talkative as he took my fingerprints and took my money so I could post my bond. (Is that the right phrasing?) He asked why I was in such a hurry, and I told him my friend was coming over to help me figure out my sewing machine. I guessed that he didn't hear that very often when he was taking fingerprints. Then when he said he needed to take my picture, I could not stifle my laughter.
"You mean like, mug shots?"
He laughed and said, "Yeah, basically."
Me: "So I've just been arrested?"
Me: "So I have a record now?"
Him: "You sure do."
Today I called the B.F.E.P.D. and asked if I could get a copy of the mug shot. The man who answered was totally rude. He was like, "no we don't do that." I asked if there was any other way I could go about getting a copy. Then he asked what I was afraid he would ask, "well what do you need it for?" Embarrassed, I answered: "I want to post it on my blog." Him: "No we don't do that."
Okay fine. So I just took my own. I thought I needed a visual.