Our Justice System at Work
I spent today sitting outside a courtroom, waiting to testify concerning the drunk driver who hit us and tried to run away. Never actually made it inside the courtroom, as the lawyers spent the morning arguing a motion to dismiss for charter violations. The guy's lawyer is claiming his client's rights to a speedy trial were violated. To which I find myself muttering "How about my right not to be hit while waiting at a stop light by a guy with an open bottle of Crown Royal sitting next to him?" But I know that we need protection and rights and all that. I just wish it hadn't wasted my entire morning. The judge will rule on May 17th and then (hopefully), we will return on the 24th.
Anyway, in-between reading the newspaper and Vanity Fair, I people-watched. No, I fashion-watched. Trust me when I tell you that I could easily have handed out half a dozen serious fashion citations today. I spied the first one dragging a large rolling briefcase as she tottered across the parking lot, so I assume she had some sort of official business in court. Perhaps she should have rethought the ruffled skirt, gold lame (that's lam-ay, not lame. I haven't a clue how to make a accent) stilettos and a fur-trimmed handbag. Then there was the girl with the capris and flip-flops. At least the flip flops had some rhinestone trimming. I mean, if you're going to court, you want to wear your very BEST flip flops!
There were the usual hip-hopsters, with doo-rags and high-crowned baseball hats atop their heads, clad in baggy jeans and the requisite hoodie. There were many dressed-for-success suited ladies with footwear that could put your eye out and, of course, the lovely and attractive solicitors in their black robes and white cravats. Invariably, the solicitors were beefy men with a tendency to look creased.
Grant and I were quite stylish in comparision. Even if the judge never did see or hear us.
Anyway, in-between reading the newspaper and Vanity Fair, I people-watched. No, I fashion-watched. Trust me when I tell you that I could easily have handed out half a dozen serious fashion citations today. I spied the first one dragging a large rolling briefcase as she tottered across the parking lot, so I assume she had some sort of official business in court. Perhaps she should have rethought the ruffled skirt, gold lame (that's lam-ay, not lame. I haven't a clue how to make a accent) stilettos and a fur-trimmed handbag. Then there was the girl with the capris and flip-flops. At least the flip flops had some rhinestone trimming. I mean, if you're going to court, you want to wear your very BEST flip flops!
There were the usual hip-hopsters, with doo-rags and high-crowned baseball hats atop their heads, clad in baggy jeans and the requisite hoodie. There were many dressed-for-success suited ladies with footwear that could put your eye out and, of course, the lovely and attractive solicitors in their black robes and white cravats. Invariably, the solicitors were beefy men with a tendency to look creased.
Grant and I were quite stylish in comparision. Even if the judge never did see or hear us.
posted by allison | 4:11 PM
4 Comments:
Every time someone makes a comment dissing flip flops, I do this double take, then have to remind myself that they don't live in Austin. They're practically the local uniform. I feel overdressed if I'm wearing actual shoes. (Unless they're cowboy boots.) Rhinestone flip flops sound plenty fancy enough for court to me!
Yep, I'm fully assimilated.
All of which is beside the point that I wish they'd hurry up and convict your drunk driver, already. GRR!
That's shameful. I hope everything plays out as planned and it can all be gotten out of the way by the end of the month!
The last time we had to go to court to deal with the guy who assaulted Fred a few years back, the guy showed up wearing a faded and torn Ozzy t-shirt and dirty jeans, with one of those flannel lumberjack jackets over top.
We were there because he had appealed his conviction/sentence because during the original trial, Fred shaved off his giant beard and wore a suit - basically dressed well and looked like a viable member of society - while the defendant had dressed the way he always did - like a dirty slob. The appeal was based on the fact that in court, Fred didn't look like he had in the bar when jerky assaulted him and broke his jaw in three places.
*sigh*
I share your dismay at our justice system. and hope that your bad guy gets more than the slap on the wrist Fred's bad guy got.
I'm glad you were stylish. The rest is just plain silly-poop.
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