That is actually a lie - but I FEEL like I made $175, because I talked my way out of traffic tickets that came to the combined amount of $175.
In order to do this, I had to enlist the aid of Ben Arkin, who drove me to the York Civic Centre (2700 Eglington Avenue West at Eglington and Keele, also known as really fucking far from where I live) where the epic battle between me and beaurocratic justice was to go down. We parked his teal subaru and ran inside, where we got in line.
Once we got to the front of the line (5 minutes), we were given forms and a numbered ticket.
I filled out the forms and we waited for my number to be called (45 minutes). While we did this, Ben benevolently loaned his pens to some of our new buddies, since the York Civic Centre doesn't provide pens, despite the number of forms you are required to fill out while doing your business there.
Once my number was called, my forms were photocopied and I was instructed to go upstairs and wait to speak to a prosecuter (2 hours). Ben and I sat and argued about evidence law and dating etiquette (scintillating, I know).
I finally got to talk to a prosecuter, who withdrew my "charges". That part literally took 4 minutes.
Then we had lunch.