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A rant about my recent experience with the justice system. Oh yeah... what justice system?

I had gotten home from a week long camping trip with the fam, and I was ready to hang out with my friends. I had called a few people up - the plan was to hang out with Brenda, Bobby, Feli, Travis, and whoever else. I was driving down Riverview Avenue behind a car that was going 5 miles under the speed limit. I was a little annoyed, but I could deal. The car in front of me pulls over, and I am blinded by extremely bright, white lights from behind me. What do ya know? Cop.

Yep, he was pulling me over. My blood sugar shot right down, and I was shaking horribly from the tension and nervousness of never before having been pulled over. I roll down my window, and he tells me that I was weaving. I think to myself - I clearly remember following the car in front of me in a straight line, and I also clearly remember that I was not driving in the other lane.

Secondly, he accuses me of driving under the influence. He asks for license and registration. I accidentally left my license at home, and thought I also did so with my registration however, only misplaced it within my car. I call my father, and he brings the needed identification. While I am waiting for my father, he asks me for my date of birth: December 24th, 1988. He sarcastically replies, "Worst day to be born, huh?" Not understanding his sarcasm, I look at him blandly, and reply, "What?" The officer asks me to get out of my car to perform the sobriety tests, which I do so accordingly.

After performing the tests, he then very rudely, accuses me again of drinking and further more lying, and tells me that I did not perform the tests to his satisfaction, while also informing me that my eyes were bloodshot. I told him I had never drank before, and I wear contacts, and still he was not satisfied. He did not use the breathalyzer on me, and he knew I was not drunk, and therefore he knew he could not issue me a ticket for a DUI.

He tells me to go back to my car, and he gives me a ticket for weaving. He says, that he let me off "easy", in a short attempt into tricking me into thinking that he could actually give me a ticket for a DUI, or lack of a license, however with the license now in my possession, that was impossible.

1. First of all, my ticket was for weaving. Let's not forget that I have a 2002 white, mustang convertible, and my first ticket is for weaving. GAY.

2. In my junior year of high school I was selected to be in an alcohol prevention presentation of sorts entitled Every 15 Minutes. I learned from a state patrol officer that for the sobriety tests, specifically during the line test, you are completely off the line. I also learned that during the eye test, you eyes are not to be focusing on the desired object at all. First of all, I wear contacts, so my eyes do get dry, and secondly, I did pass the sobriety tests to any sane officer's satisfaction.

3. If you know me at all, you will know that I have abstained from alcohol all my life. Yes, I even skipped out on the senior kegger, what a shame. I looked the officer straight in the eye and told him I have never had alcohol, therefore I have never been drunk. I was insulted at the fact that he did not believe. This is what I get for abstaining? He asked me if I understood why I was pulled over, I remember looking off into the distance thinking of the nicest way to tell him that I didn't. Since I have never been drunk, it's logical enough to say, that I don't understand why he was trying to give me a ticket for a DUI.

4. That comment about my birthday had nothing to do with the present situation, and was harassment in itself. Christmas Eve is a wonderful day to be born, and you're just jealous that you don't get double the presents during the holiday season!!

5. Even though I did forget my license at home, as my father informed me, an ex-military police officer, an officer does have to let you call someone if they are readily available to bring your license. This officer told me, that he normally doesn't let people onto the scene, well guess what? YOU HAVE TO. And once the license was in my possession, he couldn't write me up for not having my license. Also, he couldn't write me up for a DUI because I DON'T DRINK. And for that matter, officer, I think you're the one who's drunk!

To end this conclusion of rantage, I have decided to get a deferred sentence, as being the good little girl I am, it is highly unlikely to obtain another ticket, unless someone else accuses me for drinking. The terms are basically no tickets for a year, municipal court fees, and yes... the dreadful Alive at 25 class. If all is completed successfully, the ticket goes away as if nothing happened.