Ok, I admit it, I'm not the squeaky clean guy I pretend to be. It's time to come clean.
...I had a speeding ticket once.
I know, I know, I'm a monster, but hey, what can you do? I won't tell the story of driving a little too fast, only the story of paying my ticket. I went to the courthouse with a heavy heart and a fat wallet and was greeted by a hilariously jovial guard working the metal detector. He told some jokes and asked if I was carrying a bazooka when I set off the metal detector. It was a nice way of being put at ease in a rather tense situation.
Lines were fast and efficient, which was nice because I had no interest in being there any longer than I had to be. The lady who served me was cold and unfriendly. It was an annoying experience - I don't think it takes a lot to be polite with somebody who is about the drop a couple hundred dollars on a mistake - but perhaps that is just me.
So yeah, the lines are fast, the guards are friendly, but I never want to step foot in this place again - a fact I'm sure the Halifax Provincial Court is very happy about! read more