Part of my on-duty deal this past week was a special assignment. My boss is/was intently interested in what a particular person was going to be sentenced with for the crimes he committed.
He wanted to know, first-hand instantly when and how this guy was penalized. I dunno, it's a secret and a mystery to me, but there I go to a courthouse in another county, waiting to report on this the guy's penalty.
Thursday evening I hurt my back doing yard work, I mean screaming pain. So there I sat Friday morning in the courtroom, wooden church pews, waiting for this guy's case to come by in General Sessions. I was squirming. I was grunting. Finally I stood up leaning on the back of the last pew trying to find some physical relief.
The court guard stopped the proceedings, I was in an odd-looking position - "Can I help you?"
"I'm just waiting. My back is killing me."
Okay, these seats are really hard.
The dude I was waiting on was there in the morning, made the roll call. Than he left, then after an hour and a half he came back and sat down in the crowd of folks to be booked-sentenced, then he left again.
I squirmed and grunted. "Lunchtime." Re-convene at 1:30.
At 1:30 it was me and two convicts' wives and three convicts in stripes and chains in the courtroom.
The cop lady was going through case-envelopes and pointed me out, "That must be Snyder back there in the red shirt."
Because I'd been there all day, outlasting all of the legal victims. It made sense, I must be Snyder. I have no idea what I was going to be accused of/sentenced for. NO, I am NOT Snyder.
The guy I was waiting for got away. His sentencing hearing was moved to the first week in July. I sat there for nothing and almost got booked myself.
In all, the whole scene reminded me of the bar room scene from the first Star Wars movie. And I almost got involved because I was there all day, and nobody in charge knew why.
He wanted to know, first-hand instantly when and how this guy was penalized. I dunno, it's a secret and a mystery to me, but there I go to a courthouse in another county, waiting to report on this the guy's penalty.
Thursday evening I hurt my back doing yard work, I mean screaming pain. So there I sat Friday morning in the courtroom, wooden church pews, waiting for this guy's case to come by in General Sessions. I was squirming. I was grunting. Finally I stood up leaning on the back of the last pew trying to find some physical relief.
The court guard stopped the proceedings, I was in an odd-looking position - "Can I help you?"
"I'm just waiting. My back is killing me."
Okay, these seats are really hard.
The dude I was waiting on was there in the morning, made the roll call. Than he left, then after an hour and a half he came back and sat down in the crowd of folks to be booked-sentenced, then he left again.
I squirmed and grunted. "Lunchtime." Re-convene at 1:30.
At 1:30 it was me and two convicts' wives and three convicts in stripes and chains in the courtroom.
The cop lady was going through case-envelopes and pointed me out, "That must be Snyder back there in the red shirt."
Because I'd been there all day, outlasting all of the legal victims. It made sense, I must be Snyder. I have no idea what I was going to be accused of/sentenced for. NO, I am NOT Snyder.
The guy I was waiting for got away. His sentencing hearing was moved to the first week in July. I sat there for nothing and almost got booked myself.
In all, the whole scene reminded me of the bar room scene from the first Star Wars movie. And I almost got involved because I was there all day, and nobody in charge knew why.
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