I was a Deputy Constable once and only got mad twice. On the same night.
But I had a good reason. Two separate drivers 10 mins apart almost ran over me at 70MPH on FM1960. The speed limit was 35 and I was directing traffic at a High School football game letting the school buses out.
The first was a lady with children in the back seat come screeching to a halt when she couldn't understand why I was standing in the middle of the road waving my flashlite.
The next one locked up his brakes and slid through the section almost hitting my Sargent on the other side. Tire marks for 62 feet.
Yep, I was young and new..and I had a gun and badge. But that night I decided that directing traffic was a dangerous job! I was more scared than mad. OK, I was really scared!

But I didn't want my Sargent to know that I was. So I yelled at them. It was wrong, but it was the only way I could deal with it at that time.

Let it go. Show up at court and talk to the judge. That is the best way to handle it.
