Traffic School

I sat in traffic school for nearly four hours yesterday. (For those of you who do not know, I ran a redlight in Bowling Green a couple months ago, went to court to try to get out, and ended up having to pay $138 within one year and attend traffic school. Yay.) The instructor looked kind of like Bill Murray. Not as humorous, though. The experience turned out to be far less torturous than I imagined it would be. I found humor in the videos of angry drivers, in the questions of a classmate whose voice was so muffled none of us could understand a word he said (although the instructor seemed to), and in the confessions of other imperfect drivers. The lady next to me admitted to getting a ticket for going 95 mhp in a work zone (my goodness!), and she then proceeded to suggest as we filed out of the room that we clear the parking lot so that she could get out safely, with us ahead of her on the road. Hardy har har. (I actually kind of got a kick out of it.) Needless to say, I do not plan to find myself back in traffic school anytime soon and I would recommend that you all avoid getting a ticket at all costs. Not a good experience overall.