Court

So, I had court today. For those of you who didn't know, I totalled my car on September 1st. It was my fault, I pulled out infront a semi, damn it.

So I had court today, downtown in the great city of Atlanta. Court started at 3pm so I decided to go ahead and get there early, seeing as I didn't know exactly where I was going or where I was supposed to go when I got there. So, I arrive, and if any of you have ever tried to find a parking spot in Atlanta, you know when I say, its damn near impossible!! So, I pull into this parking lot, and this rather tall, slender, black man walks up to my car and hands me a ticket. Points to the parking spot and then walks away. Probably the most un-sociable person imaginable.

Anyway, I walk inside, find my name on the sheet and next to my name was the location of where my court room was. I noticed that my name was the only one with a middle name and the most amusing part of it was it read like this: "Stovall, Samantha GRACE". It's like screaming at me - "Like you have any grace...Ms. Crashy-mic-Crash!"I guess that goes a long with the fact that my dad has said that I was an oxymoron since I learned to walk, or rather, fall all over the place. Dear Lord, im clumsy.

So I find my court room on the sheet of paper, room 5C. So, without any directory to tell me where to go or where the hell to find this room, I decided to take the elevator. I look at all the buttons and decided that 5 must represent the level that the room is on. I push the cold, small, silver button and watch as the border lights up with a dark red light. Now, let me explain to you, I hate elevators. I would rather walk up seven stories worth of stairs than to take a damn elevator. The whole motion of the elevator, stopping and starting, yeah, I hate it. So, I figure, at the most, I have to go up four flights. Not a big deal, I can handle it. So, I make it to the fifth floor, walk out into the main hall and there is not a soul around. However, I do notice that there are gold numbers and letters over the doors. The one directly in front of me said "5A". I knew I was in the right place then. So I start walking down the hallway, feeling my shoes sink in the red and black carpet. Odd colors for carpet, thought it was rather classy with the mahogany wood walls. I start looking left, above the doors. "5B". I look right "5D", thinking to myself, odd - that's where 5C would of logically been, but I continue walking, look left, "5C". Bingo! Oh, wait, not bingo. On the heavy, woods doors, there were two signs on either side that read, "Traffic court located in 5C for 3pm has been moved to room 6D". Damn it! More elevators....

Well, to make a long story short, I go up to 6D. There wasn't anyone in the court room other than this cute, friendly, black women who motioned for me to come see her. I walked up and she said, "Whats your name, honey?" I told her my last name and she asked me how I wanted to plea. Yadi-yadi-yada. I sit down, another women came up to me, talked to me. Told me that my fine was going to be $153.00, but I still have to see the judge before I left. So, while waiting, I'm reading and noticing that the court room is starting to fill with more and more people. Well, I start to really get caught up in my book when I hear someone talking in front of me. The voice doesn't seem right, doesn't sound correct. (As if there is a correct voice...) I look up and there is this officer. About 6'1, between 240-260 pounds, long, thick arms, huge, broad shoulders, thick waste, thighs and legs and then, then, a women's head!!!! IT WAS A HE/SHE COP! Dear Lord, I almost choked! You could definitely tell that it was a man trying to be a women. The hair was so thin and brittle from hair dye, it was wearing way too much make-up and seriously, real women who are cops don't wear make up. Not like this anyway. Jesus, it was scary!!!

So, anyway, I go up, plead gulity, talk to the judge, blah blah... I got and sit back down waiting for the lady to come get me to pay my fine when someone taps on my shoulder and said, "are you okay, Sam?" I turn around and its Avi!! From Shotgun! He's a lawyer and looks really good in suit! It was nice to see him, kind of comforting to know he was there.


Oh well, done....