Every day after receiving my “ticket” in the mail, I found myself researching the Illinois laws, reading articles about it, and discussing it with anyone who would listen, and each time I would get worked up and upset all over again.
So a few weeks later, I decided to just write the damn check and hopefully rid myself of the torture.
It took everything I had to write the check, address the envelope, and ask hubby to mail it.
That night, after working a late shift, I scooped up some ice cream and curled up on the couch to catch up with you all. Just before shutting off my computer, I clicked on the news site for the latest weather updates. Front and center on the first page was an article on the speed cameras.
In short, the state attorney claims the way they are collecting money is illegal, and they have suspended the radar program until they can legalize it.
I was livid! I had just written the freakin’ check, and thoughts of mailbox diving to retrieve my hard earned cash raced through my head.
I angrily wrote a note to my hubby to remind me in the morning to put a “stop payment” on the check. (Like I would forget…..)
I managed to fall asleep, but as soon as I woke, I went straight to my hubby. I vented again about how I knew it wasn’t right, and how unfair it was that I’d just written the check…
he turned me towards the counter and there it was….
attached to my note was my check. He hadn’t planned to mail it until we heard what people were saying and what the outcomes were.
I have never felt so relieved.
The cameras have since been replaced with actual cops in cars. And many times during my long commute I will see people pulled over and being handed tickets. THAT’S the way it should be. We should be able to face our accuser, and we should have the chance to take it to a court, (a REAL court) if we deem it unfair.
A picture of my car with no proof of my location, no proof of my speeding, and no chance to face a court of law, is no way to “ticket” someone. And the fact that it’s not going against my record is proof to me that they KNOW they can’t prove me guilty.
So my check still lays on my counter, and I continue to follow the stories. I feel somewhat vindicated, so to celebrate, I bought the new purse I’d been eyeing, and I may even buy some new shooz. THAT’S how my hard earned overtime money SHOULD be spent.