I got down to the courthouse just in time for lunch.
This is par for my course, I like evenings better than mornings.
Anyway, once I got through scaring the young ladies in the belly of the beast they call 'Records', I ran into the judge!
I can't imagine why those young ladies would be scared of me, but it does seem par for my course.
I would bet they don't run into many like me.
I was all sweaty from a 4 mile bike ride, too.
That tends to freak 'em out.
They think I'm all coked up.
Add in the crazy eyes of a man that has looked behind the veils, and I guess it becomes easy to see why they would be scared.
I'd be scared of me, too.
Anyway, I have decided to put the documents in another post.
This one will tell the tale.
On a cold and dreary night,...
No wait, it was a warm, windy afternoon.
Well, anyway, it was day time, during what you might call 'the week'.
I went to find the courtroom empty with a sign that said check in with bailiff.
Now, I usually tell a sign to get bent, it's not a cop, but today I needed to stay within the four squares of court room rules to get what I wanted.
So, I checked in with the judge's assistant, she said have a seat in the court room.
And I did!
Many people looked at me wierd, and then followed me in.
You seeing the theme here, dear reader?
Well, the judge comes in, everybody stands up, he waves us off, and tells us it is a dry run.
He sets up his laptop, looks around at all the DA's in the room, and leaves.
Apparently, I should have hung out and watched all those people not properly conform to court room rules and get found guilty, but I didn't.
I think I might start spending a couple days a month observing trials, just for practice.
Anyway, as I was sitting in the courtroom, minding my own business, the socialble people around me started to talk amongst themselves.
They were all wondering if their cop was gonna show up.
If the others had to pay the ticket to contest it.
I was too scared to jinx my case to speak up.
It was getting crowded in the room, too.
Lots of money for the snakes on that day.
I thought I saw my cop walk in, but he looked too young, too tall, and not dark headed, but he had all the facial features and mannerism consistent with my cop.
I couldn't see his badge, and I wasn't about to ask, for fear of jinxing my case.
So, I sat there quietly, waiting for my turn, betting I would be last so the others didn't learn from me.
But, NO!
I had to be first, 'Great.', I thought, well, in for a penny, in for a pound.
The judge says to me that my cop didn't show up and the state was dismissing the ticket.
You could've knocked me over with a feather.
I looked at the judge, asked if that was all I needed, he said yes and I was free to go.
So, I beat feet out of there.
I was about a half mile back towards the house before it dawned on me that if that guy was a snake he could just ball up that court minute, file 13 it, and there wouldn't be a lot I could do about it.
All I would have is circumstantial evidence that he could lie about, too.
They would be likely to take his word over mine.
Well, we will know in a couple days.
If the online records don't reflect the order I will have to move forward with other remedies.
Maybe make a bar complaint.
Bar complaints, while not totally useless, are unlikely to get one satisfaction.
You don't pay them dues, he does.
You figure it out.
They do go on their record, and if one of the other bar members gets upset it can be used to further their complaint, but don't expect any action on your's.
A couple of the lawyer looking folks in the elevator said that it was normal for this county to take 4 or 5 days to update the court clerk's records.
I guess I will give it a few days.
I'm short on time at this library, I guess I will beat feet home.
Thanks for taking this time for me, dear reader.
Without you this all would still be here,...
