From A Medical Roadtrip To A Legal Power Trip
Many years ago, I lived in the middle of nowhere upstate in New York. Montreal was by far the nearest major city. I got sick with a nasty infection. I was, in fact, one of the first people with a bacterial infection that Ciprofloxacin wouldn’t touch. It was bad. I had to drive myself to Boston for treatment, as that was where the nearest major hospital was with facilities to deal with it. I was there for about a month, and I was in and out of the hospital several times.
Imagine my surprise when, half a year later, I got a letter forwarded to me from the court where I had lived in New York. I had an unpaid parking ticket that had been turned into a mandatory appearance for non-payment. At that point, I had moved to the other side of the country and was NOT going back.
The date on the ticket was actually when I was in the ICU, and I had proof that my vehicle was in the hospital parking lot; I originally went in for outpatient, and that didn’t go well, so my car was ticketed there and impounded in the end. Obviously, I was not in New York and had never received the ticket, so I had no knowledge of it, and it could not have been my car.
I sent the documentation to the court, but the response was that it didn’t matter, as I had to show up in person to present evidence, and if I didn’t, a felony contempt warrant would be issued. I wasn’t planning to ever go back to the area, so rather than take a week from work to go fight it, I let it go.
The only time it ever came up was when I was issued a security clearance, and the agent told me not to worry; they saw this kind of thing fairly often from small-town justices of the peace, and it had no standing.