Ain't that a Bitch!

I was caught running a red light on my way to work a couple of weeks ago, as I was passing Lone Star Park on a rainy day in Grand Prairie. There were no police officers in sight, just a bright flash that startled me so, that I almost ran into a construction barrier located in what used to be a shoulder. About 4 days later, I got an envelope in the mail from the GP police department that alleged that I had run a red light. It listed the particular time of day and produced two incriminating photos of my vehicle. One was a close up of my license plate…undeniably mine, and the other was a wider angle of me blowing through the red light, while in contrast, some of the good citizens of our fair berg were lawfully stopped behind the big white stripe. The letter informed me that I had 7 days to pay $75 or the charge would go up to $100. I had several choices as to how I could pay. I could pay by phone, internet, land, air, and sea. In my tenured decade as a licensed driver, I have to give this one up to the driving gods. I am usually concerned with the issues of privacy and error rates concerning this type of Orwellian prophecy, but I actually agree with the red light cameras, so long as it stops there. Now, given our inert nature to create and seize new markets, I have a hard time believing that it will, indeed, stop there. But, for now, it might have saved me a car wreck in the future, because now, I tap the brakes at that intersection on green lights even.

-DoubleThinking ThoughtCriminal