In early June, I got this speeding ticket. And, yes, I did the girl thing where I started crying but that may or may not have been because I was sitting in the front seat of the state trooper car. If you want the whole bizarre story, I will be happy to tell you.
Anyways, I am trying to figure out how to get this thing off my record by taking a defensive driving school. So, I called the National Safety Council's 800 number and ask about where I can take the class in Nebraska since I won't be back in Illinois for awhile. You know what she asks me? "Where is Nebraska?...Is it next to Illinois?" I could not believe that she really said that. She works for a national company that has stations in practically every state in the union. I mean, really? She would totally not win on "Are you smarter than a 5th grader?" Well, then she gives me the number for the Quincy office (an Illinois office). I hope her call was recorded for quality assurance.
Does this country need another lesson in the geography in the placement of where their own states are?
Oh, and I still don't like McLean County's traffic school system (aka HCC). I think it is simply ridiculous but I suppose that is another story for another day.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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That totally sucks. Once I was asked if Omaha was on the Atlantic Ocean. I wish!
ReplyDeleteI hope you have/had fun in traffic school. When I was in high school, I had to go and low and behold wound up in the same class as Mr. Phil Smith, which was most hysterical. :)