Before rushing off to meet him.
This was not really my judge, but I did have to go before a judge today.
I have never been in a courtroom before.
I thought I would be nervous but I wasn't... until I got to the door of courtroom #2.
The door was closed. I hate walking into a room with a closed door.
Then there was a list of rules on the door.
1. Address the judge as "Your Honor". (What happens if you forget?)
2. No Casual Dress (uh oh...I'm wearing jeans)
3. No bikinis or tank tops. (maybe jeans aren't so bad then?)
4. Answer the judge with an audible "Yes" or "No"
There were more rules, but you get the idea. The rules made me nervous.
I slowly turn the knob and sneak in the back of the courtroom. There are 3 people inside. They all stare at me. One is wearing an orange jumpsuit and handcuffs. (Am I in the right place?)
I sit down. No one talks to me. The judge is late.
Finally someone comes in and tells me to come up to the front and sit right next to the lady in the orange jumpsuit. I'm kind of afraid.
I had to wait for half an hour for the judge to make an appearance. The whole time I am wondering what happens if you don't stand when you are supposed to? What if I say "sir" and not "Your Honor"? What makes them so honorable anyway? Are all these rules supposed to make you scared?
Then the Honorable woman judge walks in. She calls me Suzanne. No one calls me Suzanne unless I am in trouble.
It didn't go well. Apparently rule #4 didn't mean you can only say "Yes" or "No", but I took it literally. I was afraid to talk. I watch too much Judge Judy.
Still they weren't very nice to me.
I was seriously misled when I talked to a nice lady on the phone last week who may or may not work at the court house. On my way out I remembered that she told me to appeal a guilty verdict before I left the building today. So I stopped to talk to the clerk. She told me that I would have to talk to the judge about that. I asked if I should go back into the courtroom. She said she couldn't talk to me about it. I asked if I could borrow a piece of paper. She told me no.
That is when I started to cry. I knew then that there was no way I could go back into that courtroom. I will mail my appeal.
I don't cry very often. Sometimes I want to, like when my children are born. Or when I know it will end a fight. But I just can't do it. It is always at weird moments. Like the first time I went to the temple without my mommy. Everything was fine. And then it wasn't. And I cried for 5 hours straight. I cried while we waited in the chapel. I was still crying when we went to the mall afterward. I think Joey was trying to bribe me with a treat like you do when your kids won't stop crying. How about the time when I started crying out of the blue a few months ago right in front of my SIL Kelly who is made of stone. No hugs from her. Just kidding Kell.
So anyway, I drove to 7 Eleven to get a treat....and no debit card. Luckily I couldn't stop crying and that convinced some people to let me write an out of town check. Life would be so much easier if I could cry on demand.
Stay tuned to hear why I was in court. And to hear who gave me such bad advise. (Thanks Dad.)