LB Superior Court

"Next!"

Yes! After about an hour of waiting in line it was finally my turn! As I was walking to my assigned booth, I was contemplating of lines to say to the person who will decide the fate of my recent traffic ticket

"Your majesty, please grant mercy to your lowly peasant who hath nothing more to spend"
"Hey, I didn't see the stop sign. It's not my fault!"
"I don't know how to read."
"Please spare me"

Oh shit, I didn't realize I've been in the booth already and wasting the court's time

"uh...uh...here's my...ticket. Ma'am."

She looked at it. "What do you need?"

"Can...uh...I go to traffic school?"

"When was your last traffic school?"

"June...?"

"NO."

I waited for a follow up. She just stared at me.

"So what do I do now?"

"You're done. You may leave now."

ACK! That's two hundred bucks down the drain and a point in my driving record!