Postcards aren't always nice

So I went to my sister's house and I had a postcard in her mailbox.  "There's a warrant out for you arrest issued by S County."  Ok that's not a good quote but that's basically what it said.   The flowery writing was better suited to an adolescent buddy.  I immediately called the number and found out that I could pay the whole fine or pay the warrant amount and be given a court date.  This would be nearly impossible to attend because I would have to find a ride to the awful place yet again.  I was told the best option would be to pay the whole thing and be done with it.

Now let's look at this: A person could probably pay the warrant fee of $50 but they may or may not be able to pay for the fee that it would take to get rid of the whole thing.  In my case, it was $1300.  I planned to ask my sister and my dad for $400 each but then I checked my paystub for the next week and I found out that I was only going to be paid $461.

It's hard to ask your parents for money when you're 25.  It feels very pathetic.  My dad, who always has a sense of humor, asked why he had to pay more than my sister and I did.  I told him it was because he makes more than I do.  I laughed about it but it just gutted me.

I was one month late with my payment to those bastards that run the S County whatever, and they issued a warrant for my arrest.  I called the guy, evidently the one in charge, and he said that it was up to him if they pursued my warrant or not.
I actually work with my local police to stop identity theft.  I could not stand the idea of being walked out of work by the "authority" for missing a payment.  I thought debtor's prison was over.

Anyway, my family bailed me out and that fact makes me want to vomit.  I'm so sorry that I had to ask.  I'm sorry because I know it put them both out of money and that's not fair.  I want to be the best daughter/sister ever and I know that I fail epically when it comes to financial matters.

I'm working on it though and I hope to be in a position where I can go back to school by January.  I may have to lobby to get into the program I desire but...that doesn't seem any harder than participating in the Tour de France.  Come on, those guys have a professional masseuse waiting on them when they get done riding for the day.