Go to Court

As mentioned in a previous posting of mine, my place of employment had a little run in with some good for nothing, sticky handed bandits! There I said it. They had stolen some products from the arena and seemingly gotten away with it. Well they ended up catching the two dummys and being able to correctly identify one of the perps, the Philadelphia Police Dept. felt that I would be a tremendous asset in the court room. After receiving a subpoena a few weeks back, the day came where I was to arrive at Municipal Court on 13th and Filbert, September 16th 2010.

Arriving at 8:30 AM, I was informed that I would probably be waiting for the majority of the day so I should come prepared. I brought Steve Martin's biography, a newspaper, and my iPod. I didn't use any of it because they ushered all of us in right away. There we all waited for about a half hour. Not sure what for, but I think it was to be polite and wait for every odd creature in Philadelphia to come into courtroom 1002.

When I sat down there were pretty normal looking people already there. A quiet librarian looking women, about 40 years old doing a sudoku puzzle. An old, black lady who repeatedly asked her neighbor what time it was. A guy with one arm. A gingered tough guy cop with his shirt tucked into his jeans. A Muslim woman. A Jewish man. A Mexican. A really fat guy. A trannie with hairier legs than me...and me. Marky Mark and the Funny Bunch were all here to determine how long this monster should be locked up for stealing soda from us.

But that's a story for another day because they dismissed us for some reason and said that we would be receiving another subpoena in a few weeks. I look forward to the reunion and hopefully doing more than just sitting in a courtroom with a racially, ethnically, sexually, and religiously diverse group. And a Mexican.

Go to court...check.