"Yip, Your Honor!"

I think of myself as a pretty good driver. The police on the other hand, do not.

Yesterday, the day that I had been dreading, came. (The one that had put me in a bad mood all of last week) It was time to head to court to fight a red light ticket. This may not seem like such an offence, but I was nervous to say the least. My stomach was in knots and on Sunday night and I had that feeling I used to get the night before I had to give a big speech in class and had not even begun to prepare myself.

I turned to my BFF, Google, and typed in "How to defend a red light ticket in court". But after reading elaborate advice including 'take pictures from the scene' and 'attend a trail beforehand to get a feel of the judge' I decided that was too much efford and I would just wing it.

As it turned out I had nothing (well not much) to worry about. It was just like a scene out of Judge Judy.

Que Witty Judge.

She was hilarious and had something snarky to say to each 'offender'.

My name was called and by this time I had a huge grin on my face from watching this 'reality show'.

I let the judge do most of the talking as I am not one for public speaking, although I tried to mumble something about the light ACTUALLY being orange. The judge then asked if I was willing to plead guilty to a lesser charge and therefore a reduced fine and no points on my licence. I was so happy that I yelled out "YIP!"

Now, for those of you who are not accustomed to court room edicate (like myself) "Yip" is not a word the judge is going to want to hear. "Yes, your honor" or "Yes I shall" is by far, more appropriate. I skipped this rule and "yipped" my way into a verbal beating from this Judge Judy wannabe. She even asked me what I did for a living and when I answered "nanny" she begged me not to teach the kid my vocabulary.

I couldn't help but laugh.

So off I went to pay my fine which ironically will probably only go towards the salary of the next officer to give me a parking ticket. Its a vicious cycle.