The judge, shocked at the turn of events tried to talk him into going ahead with a trial; it was a meth case, the guy was going to prison for 10 years, and at least he'd have a shot at smoke & mirrors, with a jury. And there were, after all, 42 people waiting to get a chance to hear him out.
We waited in uncomfortable chairs for 2-1/2 hours, but the judge was unable to convince Mr. Meth to go through with the trial. So we were sent home, and may or may not be called back. I was happy to get back to work.
Not a Morning Person
Did I say 2-1/2 hours?
And can I just add, that there had to be 2 people, in that room of 42, that felt a need to keep a constant, loud conversation going for the entire time? Cutting up and yuk-yukking and giving every single detail of every movie they ever loved, and when they got to sleep and what time they woke up and what they had for breakfast, and what would we get for lunch, and be careful don't trip over that cord they might make you pay for it har har, and how long it took for them to get over their last cold, and
How can you possibly talk about yourself for over 2 hours to complete strangers? Shut up, shut up, shut UP.
I know we can all carry on from time to time, but it's cute when we do it, because we are
In fact, I think I've reached shut-up time myself, just now.
Incessant talkers: Observe.