the fugitive

two weeks ago we got mail from the county of los angeles, saying there was a warrant out for b's arrest.

COOL. i was so excited -- my husband was a fugitive and had fled state lines! of course, i was only excited because there was no real reason for concern.

a few weeks before we moved, b got a $250 ticket for riding the train without renewing his monthly pass. [this annoyed me, of course, because there was NO reason for him not to have done so -- our work paid for our transportation, so basically he was just being lazy in not filling out the paperwork.] we expected to get it in the mail but nothing ever showed up, thanks to the brilliant speed of los angeles bureaucracy no doubt. i secretly hoped we'd move and the ticket would be lost forever.

i forgot about it as we heard nothing else till the arrest warrant came in the mail. upon closer inspection, turns out the smarty-pants cop had a typo in our address -- so i assume the original ticket really did get lost somewhere without ever getting to us. naturally the city thought we were criminals, so the next step was to issue a warrant for b's arrest for ignoring the citation. oh yeah, AND it had increased to $500.

b freaked out because he's like that, but i loved it. he called the city offices and they told him to write a note explaining the situation.

today we got a letter in the mail. not only was the warrant cancelled, they completely dismissed the charges! woot. no longer am i married to a criminal, but i've definitely learned a good government lesson: fight everything, even if you're a fugitive. you'll probably get off the hook.