most people were real penny pinching stinges at our tagsale, where the entire contents of our house that accumlated over thirty years were sold off. we were only asking up to five dollars for everything, most of the things just a dollar. people were still trying to haggle, and it got nasty at a few turns. although the guy who bought my dad's boots loved them and that made up for all the poopheads.
and...I went back upstate to deal with my speeding ticket. turns out the chumpzilla who entrapped me is going to get a spanking by his superiors when he gets back in to work.
I was wondering why the court date would be on a saturday evening, and tried calling to confirm but nobody answered. so I went up there, a street fair was happening, and the town hall was locked. I peeped into the tourism shack and a guy with a huge red hook button was walking out so I asked him if I was in the right place. he shook my hand and told me he was the town judge, and had I really come all this way for the ticket. I said I was pleading not guilty and that I could come back when court was in session, but his wife started oohing and aahing, so he brought me round to the police shack behind the tourism shack to settle the matter on the spot.
about nine cops in road warrior bike outfits were there, but not mine...he was the only cop in red hook off duty. and soon other people began piling in there because he put the wrong date on all FIFTY tickets he wrote that day. since he wouldn't come in, we all got our tickets dismissed one by one.