I went to traffic court this morning. Being a go-getter, I arrived promptly at 8 to get my spot. I had a ticket I was prepared to fight. It was a yellow light. The cop said he didn't have time to talk to me since he had gotten a call about an incident involving a handgun while drafting my ticket. I went to the line to contest it. I did the paperwork. I waited and waited and waited.
Skipping the boring parts, the thought here is that I pled guilty so I wouldn't have to invest time or energy into what I thought was right. This perplexed the judge. I'm leaving justice in God's hands. If I made this more of a habit, I think I could probably stop clenching my jaw too much.
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