I buttoned my green sweater, fixed my hair in a messy bun with a headband, slipped on my stylish flats and went to court with an air of irritation at my important time thus being so rudely interrupted. I was the Nelson 10 minutes early, (the paper said if I failed to appear that a warrant would be issued so I had to be careful,) and waited with a pained look in the courtroom. I patiently waited to do my duty, to help the police and although my face showed disdain, my heart pounded. I was very important to this case! I had watched Judge Joe Brown and Judge Judy that afternoon and was prepared. Or so I thought. The officer said “all rise!” and I though, “really?” and was the last to stand. The refrigerator in the kitchen break room/ court room went off and the Judge spoke up. So many miscreants! The pretty skinny blond with the bag I admired went forward to get her record expunged- of a domestic battery charge!
I waited and waited, “guilty” and “not guilty” pleas were entered. My turn was surely coming soon! The judge decided to take a break after seeing everyone in the courtroom but me. Really? I went to the other side of the building, wondering what the heck I was suppose to do. Just wait? I found a friendly officer and he looked at my page, curious why I hadn’t been called either. I talked coolly, like I was some innocent bystander -which I was…
and he asked the Judge standing there, and her assistant said my neighbor and defendant had come paid his fine earlier that day and she so sorry about this. Poop.