People are stupid:

Monday, August 15, 2005

I had to get up and leave early this morning. Remember the accident I had in Kentucky? Today was my court date. Mapquest timed it at 2hr 43min. (I made it in 2hr 8min.) The time to be there was 9:30am. I left here at 6:30am - That's only a 15 min cushion to allow for traffic, getting lost, etc.! I just HAD to make good driving time!! :D
When I was there early, I didn't know what to do with myself. I didn't want to go inside, because courthouses always have that brain numbing quality about them. (Tangent: I really need to find a new book to read. I'm going crazy!!)

Picture the show Night Court, but with the sun shining. That's where I was today. Just not funny.

AND, of course, they are going in alphabetical order. My last name begins with a T. Oy! They finally get to S. I'm next! I'm next!
Oh wait. No, I'm not. They suddenly must take care of a court matter -- and all of us have to leave the room. Great.
The least they could do is to provide a smoking area, but noooooooo... If I wanted to do that, I'd have to ride the elevator down to the main floor, go out the front door... But I just knew that by the time I got back, court would be back in session, and I would have missed my "I'm next!" opportunity. Can't have that.

These are the times I wish I had a laptop. Anyone know of one they can donate to my cause?

While sitting on the floor in the hallway, (writing in my notebook, buffing my nails) I notice this guy. He looks like he's been through the court system SEVERAL times. And he's staring at me. S t a r i n g. My god, I know I'm hot, but dude needs to learn to be discreet. Then smart guy (ever so casually) walks past me, waits a minute or two, then turns back to resume his spot on the wall. Oh, but look!! He has chosen a place closer to me. Brilliant. Didn't see that coming. A few minutes later, he squats down. To be more on my level, I can only presume. Once again, he shows he has the Mensa Seal of Approval. Oh, surprise of surprises!! He moved again. Now we are sharing a corner. Like the view down my shirt? I know I do.

My question is this:If I'm hot enough for HIM to stare at, what makes him think I would lower my standards to suit him?

Final diagnosis: Courtrooms should have clocks.

Wow. That rambled.

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