Blog Post

Bye Virginia

Virginia may be a nice state to visit, but I’m not thinking about visiting anytime soon. When I wrote “Complications” for my July 9th post I mentioned the summons to appear in court in Virginia. That court date for reckless driving was Thursday. I opted not to pay the 400 dollar extra expense for an attorney, and represent myself. I didn’t want to take that long drive alone, but I was prepared to. My mom volunteered to go with me, and I was going to turn the offer down, and be a big girl and drive alone. I stopped to think about how my mom is in her 70s and I may not have many more moments to hang with her.

We arrived early. The parking near the courthouse was free and plenty. We walked the block and a half and saw a sign saying, “no camera phones allowed in the courthouse” so I ran our phones back to the car. We go inside and my mom remembers her second phone was on her and not home. I was nervous about the time, because I didn’t wear a watch. My mom had to take the phone back to the car that time.

I felt bad, but I had to use the restroom too…

I get directions to my floor, and the courtroom number. It looked like everyone had an attorney, I was nervous that I underestimated the gravity of my situation. My mom found where I was and hobbled in on her bad knee. I thought she would wait in the car, but she wanted to be there. One by one defendants were walking up to the podium to speak to the judge. The court officer read off the charges for everyone but I didn’t understand the codes or acronyms for the charges. I think that gave it a bit of privacy. Why when it was my turn he was like “reckless driving charge”?

Where was my code letters?

The state trooper that stopped me in July was nice when he was ticketing me, but he was trying to play me in court, repeating my answers to his questions that day, saying I was driving 83 mph when he knew he clocked me at 82, hmm.

I plead not guilty, came prepared with my clean 10-year driving record and a receipt from the dealership stating an issue with my car. The judge ruled due to the evidence I will receive no points against my license and pay a 50 dollar fine.  The max fine is 2500 dollars.

Win for me…

I decided to pay right away instead of the payment plan. When I went to the payment window the amount was 121 dollars with the court costs.


And…if I wanted to use my debit card, it was a four percent fee. I told the woman she can send me a bill, if that’s free, and I’ll take the 90 days to pay it. My mom stepped up with her debit card and said she’ll pay it, so this whole ordeal can be over.

She didn’t care about the four percent upcharge.

I saw it made her feel better, so I let her pay. She told me how her and my dad were prepared to pay the fine, and she showed me a card from my dad. She said, “your dad gave me a credit card to make sure your fine is paid and you’re not locked up in Virginia.” I see where I get my extreme thoughts from.

Sometimes you think you’re grown, but to your parents, you’re still their kid…

Hannah Erica, is a Philly native and the writer for Weeklysweetspot. She received her Bachelor in Communications, with a Journalism certificate, from the University of Phoenix. More than a decade ago she started writing film scripts and completed two. It's a tough business to get work published, so she put the film script writing on the back burner and write short stories that publish on Weeklysweetspot, and journalism articles for Up1media.

1 comment on “Bye Virginia

  1. Just wait until you become a parent. People think parents are useless when they come of their own until they get into real bad shit. And who is there to stand behind, in front, or all around them? Their parents.

    Great post though, parents aside.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: