anyone know what time it is?

My judge and I had set up a time for me to have coffee with her and the rest of the Court of Appeals earlier this week and all leading up to the appointment, random ways to screw up kept popping into my head. Ways that really didn't even make sense. Like once, where I envisioned myself offering to burn a copy of a song on the radio for one of the judges whom I had previously met. WTF? Like I'm going to offer to make a mix tape for a judge on the Court of Appeals. Maybe if we were in high school and I had a crush on him, but, well, no. Honestly, my mind can go the strangest places when I leave it unattended for even just a few minutes.

Point is, somewhere in my subconscious I must have been expecting to screw this up somehow. Which is likely why I panicked when deciding how to cross the street. A simple task, you might think, but not when contemplating jaywalking in front of a judge.

Needing to put more money in the meter for my car that sat parked across the street, I soon found myself in a dilemma. Does one needing to cross the street to get to his car a) Jaywalk in front of a judge on the Court of Appeals who also happens to be his boss, thus getting to his car as quickly as possible but also flagrantly violating a law, be it ever so small; b) Walk all the way down to the crosswalk, cross the street legally, then walk all the way back along the opposite side of the street, thus showing respect for the law but disrespect for his boss's time, or; c) Walk across the street while looking at his watch, pretending to be too distracted to actually notice whether there is a cross walk in front of him.

I think we all know which one I chose. In perfect honesty, my looking at my watch as I crossed wasn't consciously done to feign distraction, but it is certainly possible that my subconscious was operating independently of my conscious. Hoping she hadn't noticed, I came back to a conversation between my judge and her career clerk ... discussing jaywalking. And discussing how one of the former judges on the Court of Appeals used to get so worried over what to do when crossing the street that he would just look at his watch and feign distraction. Apparently I have a future on the Court of Appeals. Or at least my subconscious does.


At 2:24 PM, Blogger T.M. said...

I was thinking about it last night and in retrospect, I should note that making a mix tape does not mean one is either a) in high school, or b) "crushing" on someone. I felt a little bad about writing that since I personally know of someone (not myself) who recently made a mix tape for someone (not myself) in a normal, non-high school, non-crushing way. I also know that this gesture was genuinely appreciated. In reflecting upon this act, I felt like a bit of a jerk for the side comment I made in this post.

Anyway, there you go. For whatever it's worth to you and to my apparently mildly compulsive self, mix tape does not always equal high school or crushing. I apologize for the confusion.

At 7:22 AM, Blogger Nothing said...

Yeah. You put way too much thought into crossing the street.

At 9:00 PM, Blogger Litigious Mind said...

Does this mean you were in the town where your judge works and did not contact moi?!?!

I'm so hurt.

(Not really. I'm too busy pretending to be busy to meet with you anyway.)

At 1:14 PM, Blogger T.M. said...

It does, I suppose. I just didn't want you to get tired of me, seeing as how we're going to have a year together in the same city.

That, and I find myself getting really stressed whenever I'm not studying for the bar. Not that this stress actually makes me study more, but you know. Less than a week to go...


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