The SECOND time I ever went to jail.

Oh you didn't know I was a convict? Guess you learn something new everyday!

Ok, in all honesty... I am not sure if going to jail for not paying speeding tickets *technically* makes you a convict.... but it sure sounds cool, right?

(it's really not cool, kids, stay out of trouble)

Where was I? Oh my story... right. About the time I went to jail, the second time, excuse me.

Heck let's talk about the first time, first. It's pretty funny and similar to the second. 

Why I had a warrant: I got a speeding ticket, I forgot to pay it (me? forgetful? never...)

Situation surrounding my arrest: My car got broken in to, and the back window needed to be fixed. A few weeks later, I happen to lose my car keys (that happens to you guys all the time, right?). So, naturally, JB took me to my car dealership so they could sell me a new key, they gave us instructions on how to program it, we went home and started the 30 minute process of getting the new key to start my car.

Here's where the problems start. My apartments were a little on the shady side, so the police patrolled them daily. Just happens that JB and I must have looked rather shady ourselves on this bright Monday morning, sitting in my car with the back window broken out, and a single new key in the ignition.

The officer came up and asked me about my window, I told him I filed a police report a few weeks before because my car was broken in to. He wanted both of our licenses and said he was going to check the story. He came back convinced that we were not trying to steal my car, (thank you Captain Obvious) but then informed me he had bad news. I had a warrant out for my arrest because of an unpaid speeding ticket and he was going to "take me in". First time I'd ever been put in hand cuffs in my life...(well... the first time it was actually against my will ;)  )

Being in jail: Luckily I went to a small town jail, nothing too crazy or exciting. They search you, make you change in to an awful orange jumpsuit, ask you if your pregnant or have any mental disorders. Easy enough. Then you get your picture taken, I was smiling... mainly to keep from crying I think. But I remember the officer looking at me and saying in his meanest officer voice "There's nothing to be happy about being in jail, ma'am." I was all... "Yes sir, and no need to call me ma'am pretty sure I'm about 20 years younger than you :)" Ok maybe that last part was in my head...

So they give you your phone call, JB was with me when I was arrested so he's already in the know (and on his way to bail me out, such a good guy :)  ) So I called my Mom, just so she'd be in on the first time her baby went to jail, you know, in case she wanted to scrap book it one day or something.

After that they were all ready to take me to a cell, with other prisoners... yeah, right about this point I started freaking out. They tell you to grab a blanket and a book, so I skim quickly through the book shelf and see The Bible. Couldn't hurt, right? The second I touched the holy book, I hear an officer yell, "Victoria B- - -  needs processing for release" So I'm still proud to say I've never seen the inside of a jail cell *knock on wood*

Justin was there to "greet" me when I was released, I couldn't stop laughing... he wasn't impressed. I guess that bailing your girlfriend out of jail isn't something you do in "normal" relationships  or something... whatever. We eventually both laughed it off, JB likes to tease me and this just added more weapons to his arsenal. 

You're probably wondering what happened to the story about the SECOND time I went to jail by now, right? Well.. since this is getting to be a pretty long story I'll just bullet point it for you:

• Got a ticket 2 years before and opted to take defensive driving-- court said it never got proof of said class that I wasted 14 hrs of my life in and issued a warrant 2 years later?
• Got pulled over because a cop ran my plates at a stop light and saw that said warrant had been issued
• Went to jail for the SECOND time
• Same jail
• Bonus-- didn't have to put on the jumpsuit this time.
• Still smiled in my mug shot
• Still wasn't sent in to a cell (I guess they like me there now)
• This time JB didn't know in advance, so my one call went to him
• He drove the 30 miles from his house at 10 o'clock at night to bail me out
• He now jokes about having to bail me out of jail TWICE, all the time.
• A few of his favorite remarks: "So when are you getting your frequent visitors card?", "Well at least I'm NOT a convict", and my personal favorite... Sometimes when I'm calling him he answers and says "Are you in jail again?" 

Yes, babe, I know it's very funny that you've bailed me out of jail TWICE. I'll try not to make it a habit, k? ;)