A few months ago, my car was broken into. The kid - I'm sure it was a kid - stole a $5 phone charger and an old George Foreman grill. Nothing was broken or damaged. There were signs up saying to be on the lookout for this so I called the police and let them know. Apparently, that is akin to "filing a report". This means I'm somehow involved in this case. Fab.
Today was his court date and I learned a few things during my very first experience in a court room.
~ The courthouse door is guarded by about 10 men over the age of 70 and a broken metal detector.
~ I'm a terrible judge of character. The guy in a suit I thought was a lawyer was a defendant, and the junkie looking guy was actually just a witness.
~ Judges are allowed to drink fancy smoothie drinks through bright orange straws while in the bench.
~ Busy-body witnesses love to use terms they learned on CSI when speaking with lawyers who are just trying to get through their work days
~ Even if you have nothing to add - for instance, if you were asleep when the crime occurred - you can still be called as a witness.
~ If you've fail to appear in court at your particular time, a bench warrant will be issued immediately. This is the only thing I witnessed that was the same as in the police shows I watch.
And lastly, if all courts are run as inefficiently as this one was - based on the system, not the officers and attorneys trying to do their jobs- it's no wonder we have a crime problem in this country!
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