Recompense

We all make bad decisions from time to time. And usually, we have to deal with the consequences of those decisions. But sometimes, we make bad decisions and somebody else has to deal with the consequences. Take yesterday, for example (Mindy & Maria, you are so quick on noticing the post... I was still at work when Brad loaded up the picture!). Actually, we have to backtrack further than that. Back to December when I wrecked Brad's Cadillac. And got a ticket for having expired registration. HIS expired registration. A $136 fine. I called Brad since we were so close to the house and had him try to register it online, but it needed an emissions test, which is hard to do on a totaled car. Anyways, to sum it all up, I had a hearing yesterday in Tempe. Which I couldn't get out of, despite faxing a "motion to continue" to them in the morning, which was denied. I had to wake up 2 hours earlier than normal and drag my butt to court to fight this registration thing. And it was all Brad's fault. Did he feel bad about it? You decide:

• He ironed both my scrubs and my shirt I wore to court
• He made me both a peanut butter & jelly sandwich and a turkey sandwich, just in case I wanted options. And packed the rest of my lunch. 
• He made me a breakfast burrito to enjoy this morning at work.
• He stopped by Urban Campfire for dinner, which we'd both wanted to try. Excellent Baked Potato. 
• And he refilled my water twice while I ate. 

So I guess if your brother lets his registration expire, and you have to go to court for it, apologies don't get much better than this. 

And, no, I ended up not having to pay the fine. 

Or I might still be a little pissed. 

Maybe.