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I sassed a cop and the next thing I knew
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17 July 2014
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I was summoned to court to answer two fake violations. This caused an incredible number of errands. Neither my wardrobe nor my hair maintenance was court-quality. My shoes were past their prime. I assembled a stack of papers two inches thick to prove that the violations were false. I put effort into emerging situations with my car so it would hopefully not attract more negative attention.
I bought clothes. I had had three pairs of jeans. I tried on about forty pairs of pants. My but has some good features, but in the wrong pants, I look like airport security. Just give me a wand and a name tag. At the fourth store I tried, a major department store, I finally decided to buy some stuff. I bought electric blue ankle length slacks, black ankle length slacks, black cotton jersey elastic waist pants, matching shorts, and $140 pair of designer organic linen pants. Nothing was perfect, but I'm better off. I tried on twenty five pairs of shoes in different stores but didn't find one that supported my feet, due to some foot issues.
When I couldn't shop anymore, I went to the open bar in the mall with fans spraying mist on the patrons. I ordered seared Ahi and pear and berry salad. It was expensive. I spent the rest of the day in the bookstore, eating all the snacks I needed to cope with the heat and the shopping. For dinner I ate steak, veggies, salad with blue cheese, and rice. I had to keep my strength up.
My hair needs put me in touch with a Vietnamese lady who made me repeat myself eight times, but after that my hair looked normal.
I bought an alarm clock at a drugstore because my phone alarm seemed too tricky to trust. On the day of the court appearance, the alarm clock didn't go off at 6:00 a.m. as it was supposed to. I wasn't surprised, because that brand had failed me before. The phone alarm worked. I guess I got it right that time.
As I drove to court on Albion* street, a beautiful rainbow led directly from the clouds to the courthouse. About fifty people waited for the building to open. Some used the edges of the sculptures for seating. I did too.
The prosecutor dismissed the violations against me. Maybe the rainbow was his. He didn't even look at the two inches of proof I had assembled on the second violation. The clerk on the third floor told me I could have the violations expunged in about a week, if I get a copy of the papers and go to an office in another building.
I had been worried about my clothes but, as I recalled from other occasions, the others looked like they were on their way to the car wash. Their tickets appeared to have said, wear jeans or shorts, preferably old. The average person in line at the DMV is better dressed than the average person summoned to appear in lower court here. One guy had a bowl haircut with an extra little hair parasol sticking jauntily out of the side of his head.
When I exited the building, it was only 8:30 a.m. A light rain fell on the large monkey pod trees and the gracious buildings. The problem with being up and dressed at 8:30 is that nothing is open. I went to a museum for local art next door, but it wasn't open. I drove to a shoe store. The sign said it opened at 10:00. I did some more errands and ended up where I am now, writing this.
I did everything I was supposed to to. It went well.
* name was changed
I bought clothes. I had had three pairs of jeans. I tried on about forty pairs of pants. My but has some good features, but in the wrong pants, I look like airport security. Just give me a wand and a name tag. At the fourth store I tried, a major department store, I finally decided to buy some stuff. I bought electric blue ankle length slacks, black ankle length slacks, black cotton jersey elastic waist pants, matching shorts, and $140 pair of designer organic linen pants. Nothing was perfect, but I'm better off. I tried on twenty five pairs of shoes in different stores but didn't find one that supported my feet, due to some foot issues.
When I couldn't shop anymore, I went to the open bar in the mall with fans spraying mist on the patrons. I ordered seared Ahi and pear and berry salad. It was expensive. I spent the rest of the day in the bookstore, eating all the snacks I needed to cope with the heat and the shopping. For dinner I ate steak, veggies, salad with blue cheese, and rice. I had to keep my strength up.
My hair needs put me in touch with a Vietnamese lady who made me repeat myself eight times, but after that my hair looked normal.
I bought an alarm clock at a drugstore because my phone alarm seemed too tricky to trust. On the day of the court appearance, the alarm clock didn't go off at 6:00 a.m. as it was supposed to. I wasn't surprised, because that brand had failed me before. The phone alarm worked. I guess I got it right that time.
As I drove to court on Albion* street, a beautiful rainbow led directly from the clouds to the courthouse. About fifty people waited for the building to open. Some used the edges of the sculptures for seating. I did too.
The prosecutor dismissed the violations against me. Maybe the rainbow was his. He didn't even look at the two inches of proof I had assembled on the second violation. The clerk on the third floor told me I could have the violations expunged in about a week, if I get a copy of the papers and go to an office in another building.
I had been worried about my clothes but, as I recalled from other occasions, the others looked like they were on their way to the car wash. Their tickets appeared to have said, wear jeans or shorts, preferably old. The average person in line at the DMV is better dressed than the average person summoned to appear in lower court here. One guy had a bowl haircut with an extra little hair parasol sticking jauntily out of the side of his head.
When I exited the building, it was only 8:30 a.m. A light rain fell on the large monkey pod trees and the gracious buildings. The problem with being up and dressed at 8:30 is that nothing is open. I went to a museum for local art next door, but it wasn't open. I drove to a shoe store. The sign said it opened at 10:00. I did some more errands and ended up where I am now, writing this.
I did everything I was supposed to to. It went well.
* name was changed
