Here's what happens when the blonde side of the brain prevails...

My very dear friend (who has chosen anonymity) told me a great story today about what happened to her today.

The day had finally arrived for her court appointment for a minor traffic violation, "cell phone use while driving".  She had requested the mitigation hearing in order to avoid paying the fine.  The trial is set for 9:00.  At 8:00 she awakes, refreshed and ready for the day....only to suddenly remember that her court date is in a short hour and she is well,....disgusting, bed raggled and so so very behind schedule.  And yet in some unexplained miracle she is somewhat put together and in the car on the way to the courthouse by 8:38 exactly.  Thankfully she lives not too far from the Courthouse in her town, the downside is that once she arrives she has to park so far away that she wonders if it would have taken less time to walk there from her home.  She goes in the building, through security, to the touch screen directory, turns around three times, walks in the direction of the sign for the courtroom, goes through that security scan, smiles at the security guard as he asks her if she has a specific room she has a meeting in today.  She answers that she is there for an appearance for a traffic violation.
This is when he tells her that she is in the wrong place, no NOT the wrong place but the wrong building entirely, in fact she is not even in the right town! She has 13 minutes before her 9:00 court time and she is in the wrong building in the wrong town. 
She makes a quick escape from the Wrong Building and breaks out into a full run towards her car, which you will remember is in practically in a different zip code....
The irony does not escape her as she speeds acorss town at a speed slightly exceeding the limits...8:58....
she swirls her car into the parking spot in front of a building that she is praying under her breath is the "Right Courthouse"...9:01.....  She goes through security (third time for the day!) and goes in search of the right room.  She eventually finds the answer on the paper she is holding in her hand - the same one that contains the correct address for the location she is now at.  At 9:07 she slides into a seat in the correct place.  So much for being early.  So much for being right down the street.
Now the business at hand.  Of course her name had already been called - by an amazing twist of fate the judge asked if he had missed anyone and she raised her hand.  He excused the ticket and only required a small court fee.  She paid the fee and left much more calm than before.

One more fun twist to my friend's story.  A few days later a letter came from the court that she had written the wrong amount on the check and owed five more dollars....Seriously, I'm not making this up.   It was just a bad bad day to be blonde.