I got a ticket on Friday night with both kids in the car. It was my daughter’s birthday and we were driving through a small suburban town, with a half-eaten cake sitting in the drivers seat. The ticket was one of those speed-trap type tickets where the goal was more to increase city revenue than to stop any real law-breaking. It was my first ticket in 25 years, so I ran it around my mind quite a few times, both to myself and aloud. At one point, I said to my eight year old, “What lesson can we learn from this event?” She replied, “Daddy, don’t even look for a lesson. This was clearly unfair and not your fault. I don’t want you thinking that you should learn something from this.” Actually, I was thinking about what the kids could learn, but I guess I was also yearning to have some reason for my bad luck.
So, what do you say when “bad things happen to good people?” Is it just, “life is unfair,” which my father used to tell me all the time. Do you try to communicate that the world is a basically a just place, with exceptions to prove the rule. Or perhaps, if you want careful, suspicious offspring, that the world is out to get you. I don’t know the answer. All I know is that I’m out $300 and a few hours for traffic school and now have a 4 year-old who says he now “hates the police,” and an eight year-old who just had a funny lesson in justice
On a side note, I’m afraid more fines for nuisance “crimes,” stricter enforcement on silly infractions, and more meter maids are in our future for a long while until the economic pendulum swings back the other way. I’m not a Libertarian, though I might become one if states and municipalities massively increase their use of police power as a revenue tool.