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When Justice Is Ajar

, , , , , | Legal | January 26, 2026

It is late in the morning at the public finance centre reception desk. This is where citizens pay fines for minor crimes. I’m checking my receipts while the coworker to my right is with the last client.

This client is angry, and I’m listening in case I need to intervene or go get the manager if it’s directed at my coworker.

I see that he’s holding up a criminal conviction statement.

Client: “…What’s more, it’s because of the mayor of my village! He was blocking the road with his tractor, so I got out, and yes, we got angry, but he lied in court!”

Coworker: “Okay…”

Client: “He says I slapped him, but that’s not true! I just… deliberately opened my car door on his head.”

Since we’re not supposed to be judgmental, we don’t say anything to his face. He pays his fine. It’s within the thirty-day deadline, so my coworker gives him the 20% legal discount.

After the client leaves:

Me: “Um, am I wrong, or is what he did worse?”

Coworker: “Yes, it’s worse! A slap is violence without temporary incapacity to work. Well, there’s an aggravating circumstance here because it was against an elected official. But the door can really hurt, and you could have been convicted with much worse in this case!”

Me: “He was lucky that the mayor only said it was a slap!”

And These People Vote…, Part 4

, , , | Right | October 7, 2025

I work at a 24/7 convenience store that sells newspapers. A political figure is currently on trial, and it’s making all the front pages.

Customer: *Picking up a paper.* “See! This is how you know he’s innocent!”

Me: “I’m going to regret asking this, but how?”

Customer: “We only have trials for innocent people! Guilty people just go straight to jail!”

Yup. I regretted asking.

Related:
And These People Vote…, Part 3
And These People Vote…, Part 2
And These People Vote…

Long Story, BIG Payout

, , , , , , , , , | Right | CREDIT: Toptech1959 | April 2, 2025

In the mid-1990s, I worked in a small automotive repair shop doing general repairs on most brands of vehicles. There were three of us working there: the owner and two techs.

We got a call one day from a new customer whose BMW would not start at a nearby golf course. I sent a tow truck and had the BMW put into a stall. Sure enough, it would crank over but not fire off and start.

I checked for spark, and there was plenty. Now to check the fuel system. No fuel pressure. I went under the hood again to check the fuel pump relay. No problem there. Now to check power at the fuel pump. The manual said the fuel pump was in the inner fender liner in front of the left rear wheel. I pulled the wheel off and the liner back, and lo and behold, no fuel pump. There was a fuel filter there, though.

I went back to the manual and looked up the next production year BMW, and it said the fuel pump was internally mounted in the fuel tank. I cleaned myself up well (the car had white leather) and removed the rear seat to access the fuel pump. The fuel pump only had power while cranking or engine running, so I got [Coworker] to crank the engine over while I checked power to the fuel pump. Pump had no power to it.

I priced out the fuel pump and wrote the estimate. It came out to approximately $525.00, broken down like this.

  • Labor for diagnostic time and install: 2.5 hours at $75.00 = $187.50
  • Fuel pump: $300.00
  • Subtotal: $459.49
  • Tax and shop supplies: $38.18
  • New total $525.68

When the customer called for the estimate, [Coworker] answered the phone and gave him this total of $525.68. No towing included; it was on the ticket, but [Coworker] just missed it.

At the last minute, I remembered the fuel filter and ordered one and installed it on the vehicle. I didn’t add the labor cost of that, just the cost of the fuel filter plus a little tax.

When the customer came to pick up the car, I heard a lot of loud voices in the office and went in and took over.

Customer: “Why is my bill $625.00 instead of the $525.00 I was quoted?!”

Me: “The quote my coworker gave you did not include the charge for towing, which was $75.00. I also forgot to add the fuel filter at $25.00 plus tax; I installed it at no labor charge.”

[Customer] raised his voice, suggesting that the fuel filter was the problem, not the fuel pump. I assured him that this was not the case, and he demanded the old parts. That was no problem as we would just throw them away anyway.

He wrote a check.

About a week later, the check came back as a stopped payment. It turned out that [Customer] lived in another county, and our DA’s office (local prosecutor) will not take action on out-of-county checks.

The shop owner called [Customer] to see why he would stop payment on the check, and [Customer] started ranting.

Customer: “I took the fuel pump to my mechanic, and he said the fuel pump was good and you ripped me off!”

That was total bulls*** as a restricted fuel filter will hardly keep a vehicle from starting, although it might affect the acceleration a bit.

A few months later, we sued [Customer] in small claims court. An attorney friend represented us for free and said if we collected, to add $500.00 for his fee. We paid $25.00 for a process server, and he was served. [Customer] never showed up for court, so we won by default. Now his bill is around $1,175.00 with court costs, attorney fees, and such.

In Texas, if a customer does not pay for a car repair, we can enforce a mechanic’s lien on the vehicle, which the customer agrees to when he signs the repair order, and we can even take it from anywhere we find it. Also, it can’t be sold to another party with a lien on it.

A couple of months later, we were telling this story to another local who owns a tire shop. It turned out that [Customer] had bought a set of tires from them and stopped payment on that check, as well. [Customer] was trying to play the system knowing that out-of-county checks won’t be prosecuted.

A few months after that, I saw the BMW at the local golf course parking lot and sent a wrecker to pick it up.

Now the bill is $1,350.00 with the impound fee. The wrecker company took the car to their yard and then called the local police department to inform them of a repossession.

When [Customer] finished his golf game and came out to go home or wherever people like him go, and he found his car missing, he called the police to report it stolen. The police informed him that it had been taken on a mechanic’s lien, and they warned to not come onto our property unless it was to pay for his outstanding bill.

[Customer] called us and yelled at [Owner], cursing and hollering. [Owner] hung up on him. [Customer] called back cursing and hollering again. [Owner] hung up, again. [Customer] called back a third time.

Owner: “If you want to discuss this like an adult, we can. Otherwise, I am not going to listen to cursing and yelling.”

Customer: “Fine.”

Owner: “The bill to redeem your car is now $1,350.00.”

Customer: “I’ll sue you!”

Owner: “Do you remember being served by the constable a few months ago? We sued you already, and you never showed up in court.”

[Customer] then said he would just let the bank take the car back. Okay, no problem there. The bank would pay the bill and auction the car, and whatever wasn’t covered by the auction, [Customer] would still owe.

I got the call from the bank asking how much was owed on our bill. I informed them of the balance due, and I asked the banker what was owed on the car. The balance at the bank was around $9,000.00, and the car was worth around $6,000.00. At auction, it might bring $3,500.00. So, if [Customer] let it go back to the bank, not only would he have a repossession hurting his credit, but he would still owe the bank around $6,850.00 and have no car.

[Customer]’s wife called and asked to come in and pay for the car. We told her the amount and told her only cash.

She came and paid.

Now for the revenge. We called our friend at the tire shop that [Customer] had screwed over on the tires. I think it was around $1,100.00.

That friend arranged for a wrecker to pick up the car after [Customer]’s wife paid us, and they took it to another impound yard, incurring another $175.00 impound plus the $1,100.00 for the tires.

Trying to screw us out of $625.00, [Customer] ended up paying us $1,350.00 and our friend’s shop $1,275.00, for a total of $2,625.00. I bet his wife was pissed, and that probably put an end to his golfing for a while.

We Don’t Wanna Know How She’d React To An International Address

, , , , , , , , , | Working | February 28, 2025

I have a legal issue in Colorado to deal with just before I plan to move to Northern Virginia. I have to fill out a form detailing where exactly I am moving to. For information, Virginia cities are independent of any counties, even if they’re surrounded by a county.

Me: “City? Alexandria. County? N/A. State? Virginia. ZIP code? 22312. There.”

I hand the form to the clerk.

Clerk: “Hmmm… What do you mean by ‘N/A’ in the ‘County’ blank? Is that an abbreviation?”

Me: “I guess. It means ‘not applicable’. Alexandria is an independent city.”

Clerk: “What does that mean?”

Me: “It’s not in any county. It’s independent of them.”

Clerk: “That’s not possible. It has to be in a county.”

This is before smartphones, so I can’t pull up a map. Instead, I sketch the geography as I explain.

Me: “Look. This blob is the City of Alexandria. This area to the north is Arlington County. To the south and west is Fairfax County. And to the east, across the Potomac River, is the District of Columbia.”

Clerk: “The district of what?”

Me: “District of Columbia. DC. Washington, DC. The capital of the United States.”

Clerk: “Washington, DC, is not in Virginia.”

Me: “Yes, I know. It’s just across the river from Alexandria and Arlington.”

Clerk: “No, it’s an island in the ‘Lantic Ocean.”

Me: *Giving up* “Whatever. In any case, you can see that Alexandria is not a part of either Arlington or Fairfax County. It’s independent.”

The clerk starts putting my information into the computer.

Clerk: “No, you see, when I leave ‘County’ blank, I get an error.”

Me: “Fine. Just put ‘Alexandria’ in for the county, too.”

The workaround worked, inaccurate as it might be. I was just glad I didn’t have to explain other areas on my sketch that were Maryland.

His Zooming Days Are Speeding To A Close

, , , , , , , | Legal | February 20, 2025

I’m a police officer. I was on patrol on a four-lane freeway, one lane from the fast lane, when a motorcycle decided to lane-split between me and the car to my left. I don’t know how to type out the sound of a motorcycle shooting past you quickly, but you’ve heard it. I put my right foot to the floor.

Me: “Unit 1 to Dispatch, attempt to overtake a high-speed motorcycle.”

Dispatch: “Unit 1, go ahead.”

Me: “We’re eastbound on [Freeway] passing [Street #1], over 100.”

This was a downhill, so while the bike had a good head start, I was able to see him in the distance.

I activated my radar to get his exact speed.

Me: “120… He’s still pulling on me… Exiting on [Street #2].”

Wrong move. I followed as he blew through a stop sign, made a left, and headed back onto the freeway to go the other way. I had my lights and sirens going and was able to get within twenty feet of him.

Me: “Unit 1, license plate [number].”

I went over my car’s loudspeaker.

Me: “Dude, just pull over. I already got your plate.”

We crossed over the overpass to another stop sign… and he pulled over.

Me: “Stop made, [Street #2] over [Freeway]. I’ll advise status.”

I stayed in my car in case he changed his mind. Over my loudspeaker again, I said:

Me: “Turn the bike off.”

He motioned to his helmet like he couldn’t hear. I repeated, more aggressively:

Me: “TURN THE BIKE OFF!”

I heard his engine shut off before walking up to him and taking the keys out of the ignition.

Me: “What’s the emergency, man?”

Guy: “No emergency.”

Me: “Why were you going so fast?”

Guy: “I didn’t think I was going that fast.”

I stared at him.

Me: “Okay, 120 mph isn’t fast to you?”

(That’s about 193 kmh.)

Guy: “Oh, what happened was the string on my sweater got stuck on the throttle. I wasn’t even trying to go that fast.”

Me: “You know, I’m not that old, but I wasn’t born yesterday. Matter of fact, I’ve been riding motorcycles for about fifteen years. And if my throttle got stuck, I’d squeeze the clutch and pull over to figure it out.”

Guy: “Yeah, I don’t know what to tell you. That’s just what happened.”

Me: “You didn’t see me when you passed me?”

Guy: “I passed you?”

Me: “Yeah, dude, you blew my doors off.”

Guy: “Ah, no. If I had seen you, I wouldn’t have gone that fast.”

His story was really falling apart. He got a ticket for 120+ because he was a liar, which carried a license suspension with it.

A few months later, I had court for that ticket. In a rare case, I brought my car’s dashcam video with me because him passing me as fast as he did was great evidence. He had hired a lawyer to represent him instead of showing up.

Judge: “How does your defendant plead?”

Guy’s Lawyer: “Not guilty, Your Honor.”

Judge: “Trooper, are you prepared to testify?”

Me: “Yes, Your Honor. And uh, I’m not sure when you provide this, but I brought my patrol vehicle’s dashcam of the event.”

Judge: “Okay, after you testify, we can see the video.”

Guy’s Lawyer: “Uh, actually, Your Honor, we’d like to change the plea to No Contest.”

Good move. The judge can practically do whatever they want after testimony, but with a plea, they give them the standard punishment — $a 1,000 fine and a thirty-day license suspension.