Oy. About a month ago, a neighbor filed a complaint about the dogs barking. I felt mortified that I had not been more diligent, but I wish he had at least spoken to me first. So, I got the ticket, paid the fine and figured it was all over with. I have worked on not leaving the dogs out for too long.
Tuesday, I came hurriedly home from work to dash out off to newsletter folding and there was a bright orange postcard in the mail about a warrant being issued for my arrest. Of course, there is no contact info, and I had no idea what it was about. I am wracking my brain trying to think of anything I might have done that would have resulted in that.
I talked with some friends at folding, and they reassured me that it was something minor. Not that would have stopped me from freaking out of course.
The next morning, I called the District Justice. I explained about the post card, and the woman who answered the phone asked me for my name. She then said, "Son of Peter?" "Um, yes." It turns out that she knew my dad and had gone to his funeral mass back in 1995. She was very pleasant.
It turns out that it was over the barking dog thing. Although I had mailed the ticket with the check the day that the incident occurred, it wasn't received. I just wanted to get it resolved so I stopped in at the office before work and paid the fine. (Groan. Court costs and etc was a lot, given that the original fine was only a few dollars.)
All's well that ends. Apparently, I won't be on the next edition of "America's Most Wanted."
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yikes! it's not having a warrant out for your arrest. i've had one before too. but one trip to the domestic relations office cleared it all up.