I survived my special appearance this morning.
It was good to be at the courthouse again, and refreshing to be a respected person after several recent experiences of unrespected personhood as an undergraduate college student (whether it is healthy to be happy to be a respected person, I don't know, but -- wow -- is it ever better than being herded around in long long lines and treated like an annoyance).
Even respected persons have to stand in lines sometimes, though, which is what we all were doing for about fifteen minutes before the courthouse opened. While I waited I alternately checked to see how many of my fingers/toes I could still feel (it was COLD!) and classified all of the courthouse staff going into the building. Like this: Lawyer. Lawyer. Court reporter. Lawyer. Clerk. Clerk. Clerk. Lawyer. Lawyer. Lawyer.
Then I got inside and learned that my courtroom didn't open until 8:30. So I sat on a bench in the hall and watched people come in.
Watching people at the courthouse is sad.
I was soon joined on the bench by a cute young guy reading a devotional. As I considered this development (i.e., here is a cute young guy reading a devotional), I reflected that the hallway outside the courtroom department where they hear criminal cases is probably NOT the best place to meet new people. Even if they are reading devotionals.
But you could come up with some great conversation starters. For instance, "I'm here 977 for a concealed weapon. What's your crime?"
Maybe next time . . .
1 comment:
So, it was like 10° above freezing? I feel very sorry for your poor, poor fingers. To think, if you'd had to stand in line much longer you might have died from exposure!
Courthouses should be more careful.
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