Thursday, July 10, 2003

So my Dad came by the courthouse today since he was in the area for a meeting. He may be working down here in the very near future. Anyway, he got the $.50 tour with The Marshal then took me to lunch.

When I walked back into the office, there was a rather malodorous gentleman sitting in the anteroom.

ME: Have you been helped?

HIM: Are you Miss [my last name, which sort of scares me that he knows my full name, but there’s nothing I can do about it now]?

ME: Yes…

HIM: I’m [his full name, which sets alarm bells ringing because I know exactly who he is.

This time he was armed with his tidy yellow copy of his served civil process, demanding to know if I can decipher the signature of the deputy who served the papers and giving me a full-blown recap of his case and the dismissal of his case by one of our judges. Yay!

I explained that I couldn’t read the signature and that it was not one of our deputies because the papers were served in DC, which means one of the DC deputies served the process. I gave him their number - so hopefully he’s off to pester them next.

Funny follow-up: MD came in the door and said, “Who was in that room?” She pointed at the ante-room. I explained and she said, “He stank! It smells of B.O. in there.” Heh. And that reminds me that I meant to spritz that little area with air freshener. Let me go do that…