I really didn't win, although I kinda didn't lose: In which I consider accepting being called pregnant to get out of a ticket...

Bulletpoints are all I have time/energy for:

1. I am actively looking for a new place to go during the day that pays me. I had one date last week with 2 senior people and have a follow up date scheduled this week. And I only have one nice suit that fits. It's an industry, and my potential, somewhat senior and rainmaking position with in, that depends on me looking "appropriate". So I went to two stores in BK to look for something and found fuck all. The size 16 jackets were all too tight - they buttoned fine, but looked terrible. Didn't even try on pants. I was told my two clerks that they do not carry plus sizes. Then I got a ticket for driving without a ticket. As I sat in the car waiting for him to write me up, I looked down at my dress and saw it looked like a prego pooch. And I pooched it out even more, and sat there, rubbing it, thinking, man, I'm still so fat! I've lost 65-60 lbs, and I am still so fat. And I am not even pregnant. Nor do I have any hope of being so in the near future...as the cop came back, me must have noticed the pooch. He gave me the ticket, got back in his car.

I was so exhausted, worn down and disgusted with myself for not being able to get a suit and getting a stupid ticket for driving without a seatbelt - really? I couldn't put it on? that I started crying in my car. just sobbing.
So the copy pulls up and asks me if I am pregnant! And I am sobbing and gulping tears and snot (I HAVE NEVER CRIED TO GET OUT OF TICKET IN MY LIFE) nodded. I nodded, reader! I let him think I was preggo, so I could get out of a parking ticket!
But it is not so easy grasshoppers. He told me he felt bad, wouldn't have given me the ticket if he knew I was pregnant, told me to come to court and he would be there and make sure I didn't have to pay the ticket. So am I now going to take a day off from work to do that? Carry one pooching my guy out? WHICH is worse!!??