Guess I’m Going To Jail

I guess I’m going to jail. Check out this text message I received yesterday:

Final Notice: Unpaid Traffic Violation – Payment Required by December 29, 2025
This communication serves as a final notice regarding an outstanding traffic violation penalty. In accordance with IndianaCode § 9-30-5-8, failure to remit payment by the specified deadline will result in the initiation of enforcement actions.
Payment Deadline: December 29, 2025
Failure to resolve the outstanding balance by the due date may result in the following administrative and legal consequences:
1. Reporting of the violation to the Indiana Bureau of Motor Vehicles (BMV)
2. Automatic suspension of vehicle registration, effective December 30, 2025
3. Mandatory driver’s license suspension for a minimum of 30 days
4. Referral of the account to a designated collections agency, with potential imposition of additional fees up to 35%
5. Initiation of legal proceedings and reporting to credit reporting agencies, which may negatively impact creditworthiness
To avoid these consequences, payment must be made promptly through the official Indiana Bureau of Motor Vehicles (BMV) online portal. (I deleted the portal email address because it was spam).

I haven’t been in Indiana in over eight years and have never received any kind of traffic violation there. Obviously it’s a scam, but I’m sure some people will fall for it. But if by chance I’m wrong, I hope they don’t put me in a cell with Sweaty Eddie. If anybody wants to set up a GoFundMe page to raise enough money to spring me, or maybe send me a cake with a file in it, I would appreciate it. Little fat guys like me don’t stand a chance in the slam.

In other news, thanks to the support of all my wonderful readers out there, my newest book, Big Lake Parolee, made it to the number one spot on Amazon a couple of days ago. You folks are the best.

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And finally, here’s a chuckle to start your day from the collection of funny signs we see in our travels and that our readers share with us. You’d better scoop up this deal while you can!

Thought For The Day – Here’s another wonderful day ruined by adulting.