Worst Luck Possible

So I officially have the worst luck in the world, at least in Utah. Do you know the scenes in the movies where the bad kids are trying to get the good guy to do something bad (such as knocking down mailboxes with a bat)? They sit there and do it for an eternity and finally the "good guy" succumbs and picks up the bat. Before he can even take a swing, the tell tell flashes of red, white, and blue flash on. The bad kids take off leaving their unfortunate victim holding the evidence. I feel like that has happened to me a couple of times. I was obviously doing something wrong, but I wasn't the first one to do it, I was just the first to get caught. One of my friends gave me a moped that he had had for several years. It was unregistered, uninsured, and it had a dangling tail light. he reassured me saying that cops don't care about mopeds in Provo and provided several stories as evidence. It took about a week for the cops to pull me over and slap a nasty ticket on me. I was now shouldered with the responsibility of getting the moped registered, insured, and fixed. Left with the bat in my hand. The 2nd example happened today. I ride the bus to school everyday and have done so for a month and a half without any problem. I use a bus pass that my friend gave me. Apparently the state of Utah frowns on this (why i do not know since the price of passage is paid already, but that's a topic for another day). On occasion the cops will get bored and decide to ride the bus around. They do this under the pretense of making sure that everybody has paid for their passage. So every week or so i would pull out my pass and show it to them and they would nod their heads and continue on. Well today must have been a particularly slow day so they decide to check my ID to make sure the names match. I explained to them the situation of my pass and they then informed me that what I was doing was illegal. I was then escorted off the train (not in hand cuffs, to bad really that would make a much more exciting story). the officer then sat me down and wrote me a pretty big fine and took my bus pass. No warning, no mercy. I guess that this is what I get for living in a state with one of the lowest crime rates in America, bored cops. I guess that it is a good thing, I mean, who would want a poor college student out on the streets on an unregistered moped, or taking advantage of a friends kindness. The streets need to be protected from the likes of me, for the safety of the children of America. It really is a good thing. I wish that I did not have to be the victim of these bouts of bad luck but it is teaching me about integrity and doing things the way that they are supposed to be done. Just wish that my teachers weren't so expensive.