As many may remember, in May I got a BS Traffic Ticket. I fought this all the way through court, but the cop literally lied about the entire situation, I told my side of the story, and, the court ruled against me. I had to pay my $150 traffic ticket from running a yellow light.
Naturally, I wasn't happy. Nay, I was pissed. I've been putting this off all month (my court date was Sept. 26th). Today, I had to go do it, because I wouldn't have time to any other day.
I went to the ATM machine, and got out the $150 to pay the ticket. I was about to head to the courthouse when I saw an Italian restaurant across the street from my bank, and realized I was hungry. So I stop in for some crappy chicken alfredo and a Pepsi.
While I was there, I began thinking. Naturally, I'm going to hate walking in there and paying the ticket. I then decided that I could either go in there with a sour look on my face and pay the thing, or I can go in there with a smile on my face, pay the thing, get a little vindication and stress relief, no matter how miniscule, and leave laughing my rear end off. That's when it hit me.
After I polished off the chicken alfredo, I went back across the street to my bank with my 7 $20 bills and 1 $10 bill, and walked into the office. Yes, I think you're catching on.
Teller: "How may I help you today?"
Hanguk: "I have $150 here. Can you exchange these big bills for $1 bills?"
Teller: "....sure."
She comes back 3 minutes later with 3 $50 wraps of singles. I head out of there, get into my car, unwrap the singles, and stick the entire wad into my pocket. NOW I'm on my way to the courthouse.
I get up to the clerks office, who takes my case number, then tells me that the cost is $150.
Hanguk: "No problem." *Slam wad of singles onto the counter*
Clerk: "............................................... *look of shock and despair on her face* WHAT DID YOU DO?!?!?!"
On the fly, I make up this BS story about how my band played a benefit concert to pay off my ticket at a cost of $3 per person, and we got enough to pay it off.
She then asks why I didn't exchange it at the bank.
...Well, who wants to take a big wad of cash to a bank, where those nasty robbers would be standing outside to take that wad? I figure a courthouse is MUCH safer.
She's still got that "OMGWTFBBQBARBARASTREISAND!!!1111oneoneniner!" look on her face, as she starts trying to count this wad of money. I think she forgot how, because she started counting, then started over, then started over, THEN CALLS FOR ANOTHER CLERK IN A DIFFERENT OFFICE TO COME OVER TO HELP.
While the other clerk is on her way there, she says, and I quote: "Unbelievable. I had JUST went to the bank to get $1 bills." By this point, I am now trying to hold back my laughter, because this is just too much.
The second clerk walks over, sees the wad of ones, and gets the same "OMGWTFBBQBARBARASTREISAND!!!1111oneoneniner!" look on her face, which worsens as she's told the story. They then start counting this wad of cash, and I'm dead serious, neither one of them can get over the fact that I'm paying a $150 traffic ticket in nothing but singles. They finally get up to about $50 and say, "I think we're going to come up with one-fifty," prints off my receipt, and tells me to go home and have a nice day.
That I will. It's been about 20 minutes now, and I bet they're still counting it.
Pwned? Yeah, I think so.
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